I'm baaaaaack!

Again, a post with very few pictures.  Why? Because I am still in bed, listening to the rain pour down, and thinking that it is perfectly lovely to be doing just that.  We got home from a week on a boat last night-- you remember my have-awake fit in Wisconsin, right?-- and the mountain (perhaps now just a hill) of laundry seems less enticing than a king size bed with no one else (at the moment) in it.  

I don't know exactly how much I can share of the tail end of our trip with you (because, um, Traverse Magazine has the rights to it, and ya'll will just have to watch for the july issue of 2010 (yeah, they book out pretty far in advance) for the stories. But I can say, it was great, and beautiful, and also very, very buggy.

In any case, I didn't end up despising the cheesehead state all that much. Fish Creek, a sweet little town in Green Bay, was a blast.  And my kids sat through a very fancy, white linen tablecloth gourmet meal (we sort of ended up there by accident) like champs. Which made me love them even more, if that's possible.

The few shots that have made it from the camera onto a computer from our boat trip are all thanks to my husband.  

This is what we all did (except him, because he had to drive) all day as we crossed back over the lake, on a smooth and sunny morning.

And this is a few shots hiking around certain islands in Lake Michigan, that boast both big blood-sucking bugs and an old Native American burial ground.  This part of the trip was away from the docks, away from just about everything really, and was so, so nice.

Anyway, I'm slowly returning to the real world, and I'll be back Monday with Nature Walking and I can also promise some sweet, simple summer gift ideas and a recipe or two.  

Oh, one more thing: Alison really is an angel. And a saint. But I'm betting you all already knew that.