No Kids for 4 Days... What???

Mike swooped me off my feet this week for a little Clear Lake Adventure. 

Our first stop: a lakeside establishment with a gorgeous view, naturally.

Until the storm rolled in. 

Mike was elsewhere on his phone when the awning over my seat gave way and a puddle of water dumped directly on my head.

This is the photo Mike snapped of me upon his return.  No worries, the wine was safe and I got a free one because I was soaked.  Yea me!

The aftermath of the storm damage.

And Mike being Mike, just had to be a part of the repair attempt.

Clearly I stood back and took photos.

Just checking for zits and boogers.

Our next stop was a place recommended to us by a local. 

Muskies.  Apparently they have the best fish in all the land.

Upon our arrival, we felt as though we'd arrived at Bonanza.

Everything was fried, came with a baked potato and coleslaw... oh, and roll. 

We're referring to it as our "very white meal".

I snapped this photo of Mike right as he suggested this meal wouldn't be complete without some Folgers coffee and a piece of fruit pie.  

I almost peed my pants.

And this was the cabin we stayed in.  Cute, quaint and clean.  My kind of place.

Breakfast consisted of coffee from a cute little place on the square.  By the end of the week I felt like I was cast in a scene from Groundhog Day.  Same people, same food, same conversations.  It was 'small town'.

We joined a party on a docked boat after completing a 14 mile bike ride around the lake.  When I looked up and saw all the life jackets, I felt a little Titanic-y.  

Mike was quick to make friends and recommend songs for the musician to sing.

The following day we kayaked around the lake until Mikes kayak started to sink and we had to paddle to shore asap.  A little scary, a lot hysterical and a great arm workout.  Turns out the cap wasn't in a hole in the back of his kayak and water had been slowly water-logging him down. 

We both made it out alive.

Afterwards we had to check out what all this Surf Ballroom Fuss was about.

We toured the museum and because I love a good death/ghost story, we ventured out to the plane crash site marked by Buddy Holly's signature glasses.

We waked 1/2 mile down a cornfield to the memorial. 

I've read it may be haunted....

We didn't see any ghosts, just heat waves.

and sunny.

We suck at selfies.

But we did find a little brewery to play games at.  As G'funk would say, 'It was 'anh''

And on the day we left it rained, which always makes leaving a little easier.

A huge shout out to Gma and Papa Boyd for keeping the kids for us and giving us the break we needed to survive the rest of summer.

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And just for fun, Molly demolished a pint of strawberries at lunch today.  

The braces don't seem to be slowing her down a bit.