marc's boat race

and the time we spent a chilly night by his boat, the bay, and rope swings




while Maku and I played by the dock, Snow kept busy working on her project collecting competitors' autographs

Maku wanted to start a project of his own, and came up with this:

photographing his little men doing all sorts of things

in all sorts of places. --these are the same guys stationed to pick up beans

after some hot cocoa it was time to head back to camp...

Snow set up a kitchen pantry above our heads. where she stacked canned oysters, granola bars, crackers, and a jar of peanut butter, all of which fell on my face in the middle of the night.

we were lulled to sleep by the whistling of the wind, the clanging of boat bells, and the sound of the surf. i'd like to think my little ones slept with thoughts of sailors and of pirates, of lost islands and buried treasure; and that this was one night in their childhood that they will always recall in great detail.

we woke up to the bestest, brightest sunrise

low tide treasures

and boats dressed warmly :D

Marc was in the race for a few seconds maybe minutes, it was too windy for his boat. Hopefully it'll be calmer weather next year.

after breakfast we said goodbye to his boat with a promise to return the next day to bring her back home