Chasing the sun to Banks Lake
What a great, and much needed weekend away! We headed out on Friday for Banks Lake, successfully keeping us from work, to-do lists, and errand running; perfect.
Kevin's continuous joke for the first 3 hours of our drive? "Don't look now, but there is a large boat following VERY close behind us!"
I laughed each time. Because I'm a dork, and Kevin's a dork, and we like dorky jokes. Guess it's our thing...
4 hours, one pee / gas stop, and a Micky D's lunch later, we were at Sunbanks!
Unpacked the car, plopped Popeye in the water, then headed out for a little sight seeing on the lake. It was the perfect night complete with fishing, a BBQ dinner, sunset cruise, and a bonfire on the lake.
We couldn't ask for more....peace and quite, a little R & R...just perfect.
That is, until Saturday morning rolled around...
We were just waking up enjoying our morning coffee on the beach, when out of nowhere comes this awful music blaring from our new neighbors next door. Yep. Apparently they arrived around midnight, partied till 3am, then pick up where they left off the next morning at 8. Awesome. This is why we go camping in the middle of nowhere...now we remember!
Sure, the music was annoying and their conversations left much to be desired, but they were having fun, and we weren't going to let their fun ruin ours. So after breakfast we took off on Popeye for the day; leaving their ghetto-fab music, 8am beer drinking, and f-bombs in our wake.
We found an area near the state park that became our secret spot. Perfectly located on a sandy beach with a fun hike above, we pulled the boat to shore. It's like the Grand Canyon / meets Arizona / meets Eastern Washington. Yeah, random, but that's the best way I can think to explain it :)
Our afternoon included a nap in "Abbie Cove". I was tired by noon, so Kevin convinced me to bring the comforter and pillows on the boat and nap out there- perfect idea! And yes, we named the cove after our baby :)
The day started getting cloudy around dinner time, so we opted to head back. Figured we'd treat ourselves to "dinner out" at the Cantina, followed by another evening by the campfire. We hoped feverishly that our neighbors would somehow be gone. In the events that followed, we sort of got our way...
We ate dinner at the Cantina: success! Then as we're leaving, we hear our neighbors: damn. As we stood to leave, we tried our best to avoid them, when all of the sudden we hear "hey neighbors!!" in a loud, drunken slur...we proceed to make small talk with them for the next few minutes.
Okay, that was easy, now let's just hope they stay at the bar all night...
Nope.
Below is a timeline of what ensues. Granted we didn't know the exact time, but as my Grandpa taught by example: never let facts get in the way of a good story.
7:30pm- we head back to the cottage, scoped out the scene, and find that we're "neighbor free" yay!
8:00pm- no such luck, they're back
8:01pm- a random array of horrible rock songs followed by even worse rap music ensues
8:31pm- I make this joke to Kevin in my best nerdy / zit ridden teenager voice: "hey guys, do you have any Micheal W. Smith you could play for us??"
8:31pm- Kevin laughs... while remembering why we don't camp like this more often
8:40pm- Music dies, we hear only two voices. Guy is talking to girl about faith.... random... why?? Hmmm...probably just drunken bonding talk
8:41pm- I'm pretty sure we hear crying. Only 2 of the 5 are at the cabin. Possible fight?
8:42pm- gospel music begins. (no joke!!) Kevin is first to notice. The first song is one his Dad plays often for worship.
8:42-8:50pm- we sit in total shock trading off between laughing hysterically and keeping quiet to hear the drama.
8:50-10:00pm- Gospel music continues full throttle. Crying chick is left solo, dancing to gospel music. Lucky for us, quite hours start at 10pm.
10:00pm- Music stops. We think they all made up and went off to party together. Amen!
Moral of the story: God answers prayers...in VERY mysterious ways!!
And even more ironic? We missed the music :)
Woke up the next morning to a very silent (and I'm sure VERY hungover) group of neighbors. Delighted by this change in events, we enjoy our coffee and breakfast over the sound of speed boats and laughing kids. Now this is more like it!
Packed up our things, pulled Popeye out of the water, and waved a quick "later" to our neighbor friends before hitting the road.
All in all, a perfectly-imperfect weekend... and we wouldn't have it any other way!
Kevin's continuous joke for the first 3 hours of our drive? "Don't look now, but there is a large boat following VERY close behind us!"
I laughed each time. Because I'm a dork, and Kevin's a dork, and we like dorky jokes. Guess it's our thing...
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| Kevin's indie style road trip pic. He says it's a framer... |
4 hours, one pee / gas stop, and a Micky D's lunch later, we were at Sunbanks!
Unpacked the car, plopped Popeye in the water, then headed out for a little sight seeing on the lake. It was the perfect night complete with fishing, a BBQ dinner, sunset cruise, and a bonfire on the lake.
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| Popeye's parking spot |
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| Our waterfront view |
We couldn't ask for more....peace and quite, a little R & R...just perfect.
That is, until Saturday morning rolled around...
We were just waking up enjoying our morning coffee on the beach, when out of nowhere comes this awful music blaring from our new neighbors next door. Yep. Apparently they arrived around midnight, partied till 3am, then pick up where they left off the next morning at 8. Awesome. This is why we go camping in the middle of nowhere...now we remember!
Sure, the music was annoying and their conversations left much to be desired, but they were having fun, and we weren't going to let their fun ruin ours. So after breakfast we took off on Popeye for the day; leaving their ghetto-fab music, 8am beer drinking, and f-bombs in our wake.
We found an area near the state park that became our secret spot. Perfectly located on a sandy beach with a fun hike above, we pulled the boat to shore. It's like the Grand Canyon / meets Arizona / meets Eastern Washington. Yeah, random, but that's the best way I can think to explain it :)
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| Bathing suit cover that hardly covers these days! |
Our afternoon included a nap in "Abbie Cove". I was tired by noon, so Kevin convinced me to bring the comforter and pillows on the boat and nap out there- perfect idea! And yes, we named the cove after our baby :)
The day started getting cloudy around dinner time, so we opted to head back. Figured we'd treat ourselves to "dinner out" at the Cantina, followed by another evening by the campfire. We hoped feverishly that our neighbors would somehow be gone. In the events that followed, we sort of got our way...
We ate dinner at the Cantina: success! Then as we're leaving, we hear our neighbors: damn. As we stood to leave, we tried our best to avoid them, when all of the sudden we hear "hey neighbors!!" in a loud, drunken slur...we proceed to make small talk with them for the next few minutes.
Okay, that was easy, now let's just hope they stay at the bar all night...
Nope.
Below is a timeline of what ensues. Granted we didn't know the exact time, but as my Grandpa taught by example: never let facts get in the way of a good story.
7:30pm- we head back to the cottage, scoped out the scene, and find that we're "neighbor free" yay!
8:00pm- no such luck, they're back
8:01pm- a random array of horrible rock songs followed by even worse rap music ensues
8:31pm- I make this joke to Kevin in my best nerdy / zit ridden teenager voice: "hey guys, do you have any Micheal W. Smith you could play for us??"
8:31pm- Kevin laughs... while remembering why we don't camp like this more often
8:40pm- Music dies, we hear only two voices. Guy is talking to girl about faith.... random... why?? Hmmm...probably just drunken bonding talk
8:41pm- I'm pretty sure we hear crying. Only 2 of the 5 are at the cabin. Possible fight?
8:42pm- gospel music begins. (no joke!!) Kevin is first to notice. The first song is one his Dad plays often for worship.
8:42-8:50pm- we sit in total shock trading off between laughing hysterically and keeping quiet to hear the drama.
8:50-10:00pm- Gospel music continues full throttle. Crying chick is left solo, dancing to gospel music. Lucky for us, quite hours start at 10pm.
10:00pm- Music stops. We think they all made up and went off to party together. Amen!
Moral of the story: God answers prayers...in VERY mysterious ways!!
And even more ironic? We missed the music :)
Woke up the next morning to a very silent (and I'm sure VERY hungover) group of neighbors. Delighted by this change in events, we enjoy our coffee and breakfast over the sound of speed boats and laughing kids. Now this is more like it!
Packed up our things, pulled Popeye out of the water, and waved a quick "later" to our neighbor friends before hitting the road.
All in all, a perfectly-imperfect weekend... and we wouldn't have it any other way!
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