Scott’s bike was begging to be taken out and Scott decided to hang on and see where his bike would take him.  He did an out and back of 27 miles.

He meandered through an abandoned town and spotted some train cars.  When he returned he found Cody and I reading Pax in Cody’s hammock.  Which is not really how I expected him to find us.  I haven’t cooked with the outdoor stove in a year and every time it surprises me that I don’t burn anything down or blow anything up.  Scott usually does the cooking, but with him out on a bike ride of an undermined length and Cody’s stomach growling, Cody and I set to attempting to make the breakfast burritos on our own.  Cody was too cute trying to remind me what Scott had said as we were half asleep in the tent last night. Cody didn’t believe me when I looked him seriously in the eye and told him to take a step back so I wouldn’t accidentally blow him up.  Turns out he was fine standing his ground.  The burritos were delicious and no fire departments needed to be called.  The morning was actually incredibly calm and beautiful.

Brooke was busy buried inside her hammock cocoon reading A Dog’s Purpose.  The only movement she made this morning was to swat Cody away and fill the water jugs.  Oh, and she did come to the camp host’s hospitality table for some hot chocolate.  The host made it perfectly letting the chocolate mix wrap itself into the hot water and then adding in cold water.  Cody was bored and curious and asked what Scott was reading, so Scott tried to explain his page turning exciting technical data book to Cody.

And then they needed some squirm time.

The lack of flies at the beach was much appreciated.  Brooke danced along the beach some more while Cody and Scott dug.

It was another absolutely gorgeous day at the beach.  Scott put a smiley face in the sand.  I subjected him to another daily selfie. He is loving them more and more everyday.

While Scott was out swimming, Cody asked to be buried in the sand again. He didn’t look quite as calm as when Scott buried him and the sand was not quite as smooth as the beach two days ago since this beach has woodchips and sticks mixed in, but he still smiled and seemed to enjoy the process.

Cody’s entire body was a wee bit sandy after being buried.  Thankfully the lake cleaned him up.  Brooke contemplated her life plan while Scott and Cody rock hunted.  Scott was the carrier while Cody combed the sand. Literally, ever inch.  Scott had flashbacks to Space Balls and combing the beach.

Scott carved up a mango for the kids and cleaned up in the lake.

The large log that was on the beach yesterday became Cody’s horse in his cowboy lake adventures.

Cody was distracted on the way back from filling the water by the horseshoes.  We had a good time debating what the real rules were.

Cody and Scott walked home from the beach while Brooke and I drove.  So later in the afternoon Cody took me along the picturesque trail he and Scott had walked.

Brooke was trying to run from me taking a picture, but she didn’t run fast enough. More squrim time for Cody with Scott and reading time with me.

Brooke baked a cake in the Dutch Oven with a little help from Scott. While the cake was baking a dinosaur roamed by the campsite and even let Scott take its picture.  Brooke did a fantastic job on the cake and we devoured it in less than five minutes.