We broke down and risked the extra sun by returning to the lake for a few more hours Sunday morning.
"Hercules" He's lost 30 pounds this summer and feels lean and mean!!!
Next, a Dodge Durango pulls up on the other side of us. Out jumps kids of all ages and FOUR unleashed dogs! If that's not crazy enough then one of the older guys lays in the grungy, scanky, slack water behind the beach as if it were a nice warm bath tub!!! Gross! Pretty soon the whole family had their chairs turned backwards towards the slack water and started playing there instead of in the nice, clean, beautiful Bear Lake.
Lastly, we were trying to pull out a little early, so we started packing it up at about 2:30. Jon pulls his truck closer to the beach to load up and we get it all put away, kids are changed and in their car seats, but where are the truck keys? They had disappeared. We spent 1 1/2 hours looking for them and had called Grandma Margaret and asked her to pick up our spare pair at the house, then drive them up to us. John Wilson, our nice neighbor, had located them in our house and was on his way to meet Margaret in Woods Cross with them. We finally found the keys in our towel bag and avoided having mom drive all the way up. But after having laughed about the crazy people on the beach...maybe we fit right in!!!