Family Camp 2018

I wish I had a full-family photo of all 16 of us to start off this post. Waiting on those. BUT in the meantime, it’s time to report: Anderson Family Camp 2018 was a raging success. Let’s kick this thing off in a-chronological order with Scott’s birthday, which we almost skipped over because we all forgot what day it was in Fairlee, Vt., for a week with no cell service or Internet.

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Okay, backing up, we started in Virginia with a lesson in old-fashioned weaponry. This sword actually belonged to Conn’s father because a sword was a normal thing to have back in the day.

Many of the cousins in the Wessynton pool.

A long drive northward.

Met up with these four fine fellas in Farmington, Conn.

Paul volunteered to babysit in the backseat for the last leg of our trip. He is at least as good a parent as we are. That’s Della wearing a Moana suit we picked up at the Farmington Walmart.

Arrived at Camp Ohana! Just across the lake from where Grandma Linda spent 10 summers starting at the tender age of 4. Looking for camps that will take George.

All four girl cousins.

Della eating a tomato and waving a walking stick carved by Scott. Over the course of our stay, Scott carved at least 10 walking sticks and a very intimidating serving fork.

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Mid-morning tea party.

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Me: Was Hugh teaching you how to play chess?
George: I already know how.
Me: Who taught you?
George: I self-taught myself.

En route to a nature mandala-making session.

Waterfront from 1 to 5. Rain or shine.

Which includes basket-weaving.

Oh hey! Pottery class.

Gnome homes on the forest trail.

And at our cabin.

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George noticed Daddy doesn’t snore here. I heard him saying to himself, “Maybe it’s because there’s no Internet.”

George: (digging at his belly button)
Me: What are you doing?
George: Trying to get this plug out so everything falls out even my goldfish.