Vermont, New Hampshire...is New England a state?

We started our week of vacation on Lake Champlain in Vermont with Nate's extended family...

...his family has been vacationing in this same spot for 50 years...needless to say, they have it down to a science. Day One, the men-folk got their hands dirty moving a whole bunch of heavy metal from here...

to here....

 ...this is starting to look familiar, two men working, six men (and one girl) supervising...

....to there. Whew.

  Every year they have to put the docks in around Memorial Day and pull them out in the fall because the lake freezes solid! I had no idea. During man-fest Uncle  Randy cut off the tip of his finger...anyone else get a picture?

While Uncle Randy went to try and salvage his finger tip the rest of the men continued with the heavy lifting and repaired damage done by the spring flooding (which is why the docks went in July 4 weekend instead of Memorial Day). At this point you might be thinking to yourself, "There sure are lots of people up there at that lakehouse in Vermont." You would be correct. But don't even try to count because even I don't know how many family members were there.

When the work was finished the playing began and Grandma H presided over the frivolities...

There was cornhole, beer, can jam, beer, bonfires, cheese-dreams, beer and swimming:

I stink at cornhole...and throwing frisbees. Nate was the only person that "wanted" me on his team. We also watched fireworks...

...and competed to hold this little guy...

and slept...

We watched the sun set every evening...

...and finished every night with a bonfire, s'mores, talking and beer... and games of golf (a card game at which I also happen to stink...no wonder I hate competitive sports).

And now, no more words (ok, a few). You can probably figure out the rest of it yourself. Part 2 will include words about New Hampshire.