Friday began with yet another glorious day at the lake, and Brad stuck in another morning of seminars.
Angelina came prepared for mountain weather, on the beach.
Josh and Joseph were trying to figure out how to commandeer a ship and start committing acts of piracy on Lake Tahoe.
This amphibious vehicle just about became victim to Josh and Joseph. It turns out that both of them were too short to reach the gas pedal.
Josh looks like he just read my comment about him being a pirate. Argh, me matey!
Ditto for Joseph.
At lunch time, the family picked up Brad and we went to play miniature golf.
Josh scored his first hole in one, and looked like he was ready to soar. Way to go, Tiger!
Joseph's form was perfect (for a seven-year-old playing miniature golf).
Angelina's lucky pink shoes propelled her to . . . well . . . last place.
Julene's form looked great. Her putting didn't look bad, either.
Angelina made herself at home on the revolving 17th hole. She became yet another obstacle on what was already a difficult hole.
The card doesn't lie, although the scorekeeper might have. Let's just say that without resorting to funny math, I was able to keep my pride intact, barely.
Later that afternoon, we had a picnic down by the lake shore.
We followed up the charcoal grilled hamburgers with s'mores.
What follows is my photo essay from that afternoon on the beach.
Friday began with yet another glorious day at the lake, and Brad stuck in another morning of seminars.
Angelina came prepared for mountain weather, on the beach.
Josh and Joseph were trying to figure out how to commandeer a ship and start committing acts of piracy on Lake Tahoe.
This amphibious vehicle just about became victim to Josh and Joseph. It turns out that both of them were too short to reach the gas pedal.
Josh looks like he just read my comment about him being a pirate. Argh, me matey!
Ditto for Joseph.
At lunch time, the family picked up Brad and we went to play miniature golf.
Josh scored his first hole in one, and looked like he was ready to soar. Way to go, Tiger!
Joseph's form was perfect (for a seven-year-old playing miniature golf).
Angelina's lucky pink shoes propelled her to . . . well . . . last place.
Julene's form looked great. Her putting didn't look bad, either.
Angelina made herself at home on the revolving 17th hole. She became yet another obstacle on what was already a difficult hole.
The card doesn't lie, although the scorekeeper might have. Let's just say that without resorting to funny math, I was able to keep my pride intact, barely.
Later that afternoon, we had a picnic down by the lake shore.
We followed up the charcoal grilled hamburgers with s'mores.
What follows is my photo essay from that afternoon on the beach.
1 comment:
Looks beautiful yet cold. I love Lake Tahoe.
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