a hurried post.

This past weekend, my family and the Beauchamps stayed at a cabin owned by a friend of Uncle Keifor’s. We’re not talking about just any ole cabin. This is The Cabin. It is amazing. It’s set in a huge field surrounded by huger fields, overlooking a large pond. It has the best porch, too; very large, with several swings (my favoritest) and a wonderful, old pew. We practically lived on that porch;

Puzzles
















Schoolwork



















Recipe sorting



















And just plain old porch sittin’





























And then we ate.

I got into the spirit of the place. Papa and I cleaned all of his guns (I felt like the soldier off of Sergeant York), and then went out and shot them. I have to admit that the first time I shot the 16 gauge, it scared me. It hurt my shoulder, was louder then I expected, and made me tear up. But the last day, Papa got out his pistol that he keeps here at the house in case of emergencies, and he had all of us girls shoot it so that we’d know how to handle it if we ever needed to.















Gracious, that thing was loud. But I had learned my lesson. I let Molly and Kathryn go first so that I could get accustomed to the loud sound. Then I put earplugs in and took aim. And hit the tin can every time! I like to refer to myself as Bonnie Tyler. :-) And then we ate.
The best part, though, was when we had a funeral for a dead mouse that was found. The thing looked very heroic, lying there on the bier that we made for it. When Dalton lit the fire, and Andrew shot a five-gun salute, I declare, it almost made me cry……(not really). Molly, Kathryn and I were the mourners, and we followed Shafer and Davis as they carried the mouse ceremoniously to its warrior pyre. All very solemn, we stood round as the little creature’s spirit was sent to its ancestors’ spirit-world (accompanied by a triangle of cheese so that he’d be sure and get in). And then we ate.

And then there was this:














SO much fun. And hilarious if you couldn’t manage to get off before it started swinging again. Kathryn was stuck on it for about 5 swings because she couldn’t get her foot out of the stirrup.




















And then we ate.


There was a go-cart too. The first day, at least.














(and yes, I realize that Kathryn would kill me if she knew I had posted this picture, but she doesn't know, so....muahahahaha. just don't zoom in on it. for her sake. even though we all know that really, she is a gorgeous young girl. it's just embarrassing. that's all.)

Then the wheel came off and we were sad. Then we ate.















One day, Andrew and Logan decided to jump in the pond.














So they did.














And it turned into a wholesale clay fight.
And then we ate.

There was tons of silliness.


































And then we ate.

Oh, did I mention that we ate? It seemed like every time we turned around, there was a meal that had to be eaten up. I promised myself I wouldn’t eat for a week after that, because every evening I was extremely stuffed; it was…not comfortable. The food was glorious though. Breakfast casserole, with brie and parmesan cheese. Cranberry upside down muffins. Tacos and guacamole. Tortilla soup, topped with fried corn tortilla strips, cheese, cilantro, and sour cream. Homemade pizza. Biscuits and gravy. Grilled cheese and gourmet tomato soup. Pot roast, salad, and honey oat bread. Waffles. Pork chops, asparagus, and rice. Bread pudding. Fit & Active Fudge-cicles. (We usually had to eat at least one of those per day to make up for all the non-fit and active food we were eating :-)) And I’m sure there was more, but I'm gonna try and not remember it right now because it might make me sick again.


I’m sure I will post more pictures when we get the pic cd from Uncle Keifor, but right now, I need to go finish my schoolwork.