Tuesday morning, we were up and at 'em because we had big plans. First up, Gpa V showed up with donuts (as he does). Against all odds, I agreed that they could each eat a whole donut. Dec picked one as big as his face ... and ate every single bite of it! Fiona decided it was too much donut and saved half of hers for the next morning. After breakfast, Quinn beat Grandpa a few more times at Go Fish and we explored the woods right outside our villa.
Then we hopped in the car for the next adventure. Step 1: drive across the big bridge to Wisconsin. As you remember, I hate bridges and the ones from Duluth to Superior are the worst. [When we were dating, Mike used to have to drive over from northern Wisconsin to pick me up in Duluth - or I would cross over in Hinckley where it was a much more manageable bridge.] We took the Bong bridge over and the kids thought it was so cool. Although the High Bridge on the way back was the clear favorite. And by clear favorite, I mean "from what I could tell with my eyes squeezed closed, practicing my deep breathing exercises while I waited for us to plummet to our untimely deaths."
Step 2: we were heading to Amnicon State Park, where Mike and I used to go often when we were dating. It has several beautiful waterfalls and fun trails to explore. But best of all, it is near Gma and Gpa N's house - so they agreed to meet us there. In normal times, this would be great. But you guys, we had not seen them in person or hugged them in
eighteen months! Eighteen months. Gma was fully vaccinated and Gpa was just a couple days away from his official "two weeks past second vax" - so we hugged with masks. BUT WE HUGGED! It was the best!
We got to the park before Gma and Gpa, so did a little exploring while we waited. Which basically meant off-roading, ledge perching (Quinn!), portaging across multiple log bridges, accidentally falling in the water while testing a log bridge (Mike!), and declaring "this park was made for us!" (Declan).
We paused some pretty extreme off-roading to meet Gma and Gpa at the picnic tables for lunch. Then they spent the next two hours staying safely on the path while the rest of us followed Mike's lead when he said ridiculous things like: "I think we can make it to that cave if we pick our way down to the river there, shimmy along that rock ledge, make a leap to that ledge, and then climb up to the cave." [almost direct quote] Gma loved it. It was like watching three little mini Mikes, a big one ... ... ... and me.
When we were cleaning up our lunch, the park ranger came by the picnic area. The kids told him how much they loved the park and how much fun they were having. He loved their enthusiasm and gave them each a Smokey Bear gaiter. They were both terrifying and hilarious when pulled up over their faces. At one point, Declan lined up the mouth perfectly and it was moving while he talked. So creepy - and yet we could not stop laughing.
After Gma and Gpa headed home, we did a bit more off-road exploring. We also were able to watch the best teamwork on this hike. Log navigation is not easy for Fiona. She lacks some sensation in her feet, so relying solely on them for balance makes her quite nervous. Quinn would skip across the log (for real - she'd skip) and then she'd skip back to take Fiona's hand and would ever so slowly and carefully work the way across with her. She would never rush Fiona and F felt so much more confident holding Q's hand. Great sister moments for the two of them.
We also ended up with a sad Declan, who had wet feet from falling off a log. I was so proud that I had extra shoes for everyone. Except guess what I didn't have extras of ... socks. So Dec's wet shoes and socks went in the back and he got his crocs. Q decided to change into her crocs as well - just for fun.
Mike decided to stop at Wisconsin Point before we took the bridge back to Duluth, so the kids could check out Lake Superior on the Wisconsin side. It was
cold and windy on the lakeshore. And by windy, I mean some waves were unexpectedly large and crashed much further up the beach than expected. And by that, I mean a rogue wave totally knocked Dec's croc off and it went floating out into the lake. Little Dude went running out to save his shoe and had very cold wet feet as a result. Quinn and I also got hit by a wave and had cold, wet feet.
So two out of five Vannestes were crying as we left the lake (I was not) and it sounds ridiculous but was also so funny. Sometimes you just have to embrace the crazy. And now, even Q and D find the humor in it ... "remember when Lake Superior tried to steal my croc?" [Everyone's favorite part of Wisconsin Point (except me) was chasing the seagulls (gross) by running into the flock. In addition to bridges, I'm terrified of birds. Sometimes I think Mike plans things just to torture me.]
Once we got safely back across the bridge to Duluth, we went down to Canal Park on the shore of Lake Superior (Minnesota side). The kids wanted to see the big Aerial Lift bridge, that goes up and down to let the ore boats in and out of the harbor. They talked Mike into driving across the lift bridge and I feel like I have had my quota of bridges for the decade. We also got out to take a bathroom pit stop, get a treat at Grandma's, and walk along the lakeshore. There were a lot of people out and about, so we didn't stay long. But it was a fun way to wrap up our exploration for the day.
Then we went back to the treehouse so I could make dinner and Gpa V could join us! Everyone used the big bathtub one more time (it's almost a month later and we all still talk about how great it was) and it was off to bed. Everyone got a much better night's sleep and we woke up ready to pack it up and head back home.
It wasn't a fancy Spring Break, but we had so much fun and got to see all the grandparents for the first time in forever (raise your hand if you are singing the song from Frozen). Getting away for a few days and being able to just have fun together was exactly what we needed. And we still had a few days left of break to get organized and settled and test out the new walkie talkies from the Easter Bunny. Fact: you can be over a mile (straight line) from our house and still talk to people in the house. Well played, Bunny. Well played.