For two days we’ve basically been rained into the cabin. It is still August, right? We played cards, baked bread in the wood stove, did jigsaw puzzles, and read books. Dave and company started assembly on a “garage” for the pontoon boat. One night Marla slipped on the paving stone path and hit her head on the woodpile. We believe she cold cocked herself, and when she came to she screamed. We all heard the scream and headed outside to see what was up. We found her covered in blood and crying. She had scared herself something awful – particularly because her glasses were covered with blood and so she couldn’t see. Being disoriented she had no idea what had happened. We brought her into the cabin and cleaned her up. She had some bruising on her forehead and a small cut in her eyebrow that had bled. But ultimately she was fine and didn’t need any stiches and amazingly didn’t seem to have a concussion.
When everyone was getting cabin fever, we finally decided to head out for a picnic. We started a fire so everyone could stay warm and we could cook fish tacos and smores for dessert.