Jason was near death as his eyes pleaded with me to rescue him from the fresh hell he was in. The man was not built to sit at a ninety degree angle for that long. My own lower back was cursing me the entire trip wondering what I had agreed to do. When we were driving home, we looked at each other and decided the best thing about that tour was that it was over. In fact that was all either of us could think about the entire time: "when will this punishment that we paid for end?".
Thankfully, at some point, Jason shot me a smile and said, "criss-cross-Apple-sauce," and I noticed he was sitting cross-legged and appeared to be one million times happier in his boat.
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Marcus keeps wanting to play charades even though he does the same five things over and over or does something somebody else already guessed. It's cute, but tortuous. It could easily replace many interrogation techniques.
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Our camper and car look, well, disgusting. We've been much more chill this trip and the state of the camper and car reflect this new found relaxation. Don't get me wrong, the sleeping and and not cleaning have been grand!
We've also managed to get away with one large laundry marathon and one additional load here on the island. The less time I have to spend in a laundromat that feels like a rainforest and smells like wet shoes, the better.
Oh for the love of Pete. Wet shoes! These four males' shoes smell like something pooped and then died in them. In an attempt to smoke out the stink the other night, I inadvertently burned through the elastic lace and melted the toggle on one of Jason's Keens. Whoops. They do smell better though.
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The island we're on now, Madeline Island, is having something of a heat wave according to the locals. It's been in the upper 70's and lower 80's (This is my kind of heat wave!) This means that by day, we've been luxuriating in the crisp clear water of Lake Superior and I've still managed to wear sweatshirts and flannel, and snuggle in my sleeping bag by the fire at night.
Speaking of the water, it's idyllic. Really. Can we just not leave tomorrow? Because I could jump off rocks, swim, snorkel, and buy a catamaran to sail around the islands forever. Never mind winter. Or work. Or school. Also, there's delicious homemade bread and cookies at the little market that are soy free! Yes!
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Tonight, on the eve of our departure for home, I am a mixed bag of sadness, excitement, and longing. Unlike last year, I'm not ready to leave. And yet I can't wait to be home. My solace is in the hopes of another totally spectacular vacation next year. (More details ahead)
For tonight, goodnight from the Munschs.
The boys took their scooters to the island's skatepark.
Truth.
Wood sold by the armful.
Shoe smoking in progress.
Car ferry. It's fun every time!
Big chair.
Straight up.
Defense against the biting flies. My lower half is in a sleeping bag.
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