Day's End

A short walk took us by a crabapple tree, and husband found a couple of the fruits within reach. Girls quickly sampled and discarded them, claiming that only a trip to Chocolate Ox could remove that taste from their mouths. Our arms twisted ever so slightly, we agreed and watched their ice cream cones quickly disappear.

Back at the cabin, we waited on the beach for the sun to set while a skier took her final turn of the day and a little lake sprite appeared.