We left Madison after dinner on Thursday night, and arrived here at close to 10pm. The drive itself was uneventful, although Lemon found it so exciting that he stayed awake the entire time and passed out as soon as we got his crib set up in our cottage here. Lime, on the other hand, succumbed quickly to the vibrations of the road, only to feel so revitalized by the long snooze that he stayed up until midnight. Our vacation got off to a somewhat inauspicious start on Friday morning, when we took Lemon to the beach on Lake Michigan that's at the end of the driveway of the little cottage and his ball blew into the water. Papa Bear executed a heroic rescue, but Lemon couldn't be consoled and ran screaming back to the cottage, begging to go back inside.
He's warmed up to the whole concept, though, and we've done a lot of fun things including a visit to the National Train Museum:
A wildlife sanctuary, where the main thrill seemed to be climbing things:
and a wonderful farm/historical museum with many friendly, corn-motivated animals (and seriously, if you've never watched a toddler jump around trying to imitate a 6-day-old goat, you should some time):
Even the beach finally started to grow on Lemon, especially after we devised a new use for the boat ramp:
We also really came to appreciate the small town America feel of our little vacation destination:
Sadly, our bourbon is now gone, and it's time to drive home tomorrow to resume our regular lives. Lemon has his pre-school orientation tomorrow, so we'll see how that goes. I haven't quite managed to find the time yet to draft a letter to his teachers and the parents of the other kids in the room explaining what CF is, but I'm hoping I'll get to that on Wednesday so it will be ready in time for the real first day of school on Thursday. And then it will be fall--this summer sure went by in a hurry.