After our 21-hour-long drive to Minnesota, we continued our tour of the "M" states and headed up to Maine to spend time with the Daleys. We decided to break up our trip and stay overnight in Kingston, NY, at Chuck's Mamma's house, but unfortunately, didn't arrive until 6am (yes, we left late, and we got stuck in miserable miles-long traffic in Virginia). So after a short nap in NY, we were on the road again for Maine -- what everyone calls "the camp" on Frye Island, in the middle of Sebago Lake. There are four cabins with no electricity or running water, but also a fabulous bathhouse with a shower, sink, toilet, and refrigerator.
The boys LOVED swimming in the lake and playing with the sand. And we had no idea, but Wylie is an amazing swimmer and spent the majority of her days chasing ducks around the lake.
The boys LOVED swimming in the lake and playing with the sand. And we had no idea, but Wylie is an amazing swimmer and spent the majority of her days chasing ducks around the lake.
Playing with Mamma, who Nate deemed the "sand monster."
Wylie in hot pursuit of some ducks.
Shooting hoops with Dad.
Theo wakes up at the crack of dawn and enjoys some Froot Loops on the beach.
Crashing at Great-Mamma's house in the middle of a heat wave. Red and sweaty!
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