Eight Point Lake, Pt. VI

 (contd.) 

Pretty badass sunrise over the lake this morning. . .

Unfortunately, we weren't supposed to have a whole hell of a lot of sunshine on the lake today, and what little we were supposed to have was going to be early on in the morning before a storm system rolled through.  We had to nab it while we could, so the Mrs. and I mixed up some bloody marys and hit the raft early this morning.

Abby, playing on Uncle Brian's boat (the hoist of which was fixed since our last time up here.)

All set and ready to do another round of bobbing in the lake. . .

Savannah and Bradley

Getting some bronzing in while we still could.

Kris and Jill

The neighbors are always cool with letting our kids jump and play on their pontoon, since they have like that jumping platform and slide (we should really invest in something like that for Dad's boat.)

Chelsey and Bryan definitely slept in this morning - they must've had a long night the night before.

Breaking out the death-trap kayaks.

Jesus H. Christ, I'm handsome. . .

Jax, bothering his mom.

One of these is not like the others.

After slowly getting everyone and their shit together, we figured it'd be fun to hit up the Sandbar for a bit before lunch. . .

Blake, giving zero teenage attitude here for having his picture taken.

En route to the Sandbar

(Jill's probably complaining about something here.)

Blake and Abby, ignoring adults and each other.

Jill was giving me shit for taking so many pictures throughout the morning, so she had Chelsey and Kris pretend as if she had just told a super-funny joke and this was the result.  I hate them all.

Bryan yells at a boat for cruising at full speed across the Sandbar.  On the weekends the drunks all come out of the woodwork and shit like this is commonplace.  Can't stand it.

After spending some time down at the Sandbar, we returned to the lakehouse in order to get some food.  While in the kitchen, Cindy put everyone to work on her charcuterie board.

Everyone gave Cindy some serious shit for her 'floppy meat flower.'  All said and done, though, this was all really, really good.

In the late afternoon, the rain clouds rolled in and Bryan and Cindy were forced to grill up some hot dogs and brats for dinner under an umbrella.  Fun times.

Chelsey, Kris and Jill hanging out under the lakehouse, thoroughly enjoying the rain.

The Adult Table.

Attempting to fix a leak under the deck.  The spot under the house where the sun room is (or whatever we're calling that side room upstairs) has a solid roof, unlike the deck, but water was leaking down at one point, so Brian and Bryan sprang into action.

Teenagers, walking in the rain in their hoodies.

Kids are weird.

As the rain died off, it was still overcast and gloomy, but not really all that cold, so the White boys - and Bradley's girlfriend - got back into the lake for some swimming.

Probably talking about the pontoon hoist.

Waving at strangers.

Bryan took the pontoon out for a post-rain cruise around the lake while the weather was manageable.  A little chillier than we usually care for, but definitely tolerable.

Jax is a strange, strange child.

I may have taught my daughter how to throw up gang signs.  Probably not my best parenting moment.

Shenanigans on the boat.

Abby is not a Freemason.

Kris, Jill and Chelsey.

As always, we buzzed by the old Cottage on our way around the lake to see what they had done to the place. . .

Far more potted plants sitting around, that's for sure.

Not sure what's going on with this dock, here. . .

The ol' swimming platform, still in service.

The dock is used primarily for plants now, I guess.  Seems kinda lame.

On her phone.  Of course.

Jax asked if we could stop for a bit so he could jump off and swim in the lake. . .

Kris gets a mid-jump action shot.  Not bad for a phone.

Handsomest of all Uncles.

They managed to get Brian in the water this time.

Setting off again around the lake. . .

I forget the exact context of this one, but it should definitely be framed and hung up in the lakehouse as soon as humanly possible.

Not quite a sunset cruise, but it was enough.  It really isn't a day on the lake if you haven't buzzed around the lake in a pontoon at least once.

The mandatory end-of-the-night, Edison-bulbs-along-the-patio-rail shot.  You're welcome.

We decided to have a fire at the end of the night, and fortunately the wood was dry enough to still catch.

We sat around and smoked cigars and pipes and enjoyed the fire for awhile before it started to sprinkle again, forcing everyone back inside.  Stay tuned for the thrilling conclusion, ladies and gentlemen. . .

- Brian