Hubby’s brother, wife and kiddo have been visiting from Kansas this past week or so and with hubby taking the week off, he ended up playing tour guide, while I whittled my computer fingers with projects that needed tending. For the life of me I couldn’t remember the name of the beach I’d been to as a child, but somehow, on their quest for creek exploring, they found the very place I was trying to remember : Brandy Creek.
Today being the last day of vacation for the hubs and mandatory family day, we took a little trip back to Brandy Creek Beach. It’s expanded parking considerably in 20 years, addition of life guard chairs, buoys and kayak rentals, but all in all the beach and lake were pretty much the same. The boys were both very timid about swimming – I guess they prefer the crashing waves and undertow to calm waters?? But they both managed to be carted out to a floating dock off shore.
Now about said floating dock. Growing up I had a traumatic swim lesson experience where the instructor pushed my face in the water with her foot, causing me to fear the water and not learn how to swim until I was much older. Do you think I ever swam to the floating dock? NEVER! Not even when I was 20 and came here last. Today, I finally did it. Despite a bit of mental PTSD and with the aide of some serious self talk I swam all the way there and back. Jumping off once with John to add in the victory. John was not impressed.
Following our stint on the beach, we waddled back up the paved path and to the boys insistence, we took a short hike over the bridge and up the hill to the campground. It was just enough for them to feel like they had “hiked”. They didn’t nap as one would expect upon return, but their parents sure did.