Monday, August 10, 2009

Canadians, II

On our way out of scenic Door County we hit the old Sevastopol beach on the lake side; the water there was fifty degrees. Too brutal for anyone except Daddy (who went all the way in and earned the admiration of all on the beach until a slightly chunkier father down the beach stayed in even longer) and Ida, who kept pulling unsuspecting folks into the cold. Like Aunt Sara.


Eventually Ida turned blue and broke down and had to be wrapped up:


Grambee did a lot of hard and cold work, out there. Plus, she made sandwiches out of summer sausage, cheese and Saltines.


What did Miki think?


Here's the whole team eating those "sandwiches"; check out Uncle Pierre LeBlanc in his orange shorts! And JIm in his Skin Cancer Survivor Wear:



Cousin Sylvia made something. She had to use a stick.

3 comments:

DKV said...

"Too brutal for anyone except Daddy"

Like they say on the internet - pictures or it didn't happen!

Pete said...

Easy enough explanation: at the time of my daring deed, the camera was still "lost"; it turned up shortly thereafter, after having spent 60 miles or so wedged between the 2000 Taurus's roof and roof rack.

Chaz McSorley said...

Whatever.

Sounds like you were afraid of "shrinkage."

I challenge you to a cold-water dunking contest.