Hume Lake Take 2

Well it's about time I update ye old blog. What a slacker. I really did want to post sooner, but could not justify shirking my responsibilities.

It was time for Hume again. So we packed{and repacked} our bags and typed our itineraries...

Ok, it was John who typed the itinerary. Isn't he so cute planning our little trip??

And off we went!

One of the biggest appeals to staying at Hume, are the constant reminders of God's glory.

I love these signs scattered throughout the camp. One of my favorite signs reads Proverbs 12:16: A wise man overlooks an insult.

I'm sure this verse could save many friendships!

We stayed in a perfect little cabin that suited our needs just right.

John took Finn and Calvin to see the Giant Sequoias, while I napped in the cabin with Ollie and Twain. Here is Finn's rendering.

And of course there was baseball. Lots of baseball at Meadow Ranch.

My little team in the cute dugout.

Ollie preferred to feed Twain than play ball.

Hume was so good for Ollie--it brought out his spirit of adventure once again.

Ollie has been scared of the outdoors lately. At Hume, he returned to his old self and was escaping every chance he got.

Upon returning home, Ollie is no longer afraid of our backyard(he had been boycotting our backyard since the sprinklers went off on him)! Hume is just therapeutic.

I wanted to spend more time trying to figure out the lighting in this cool green bathroom hallway, but people would have found that creepy, no?

Besides, it's a crime to spend too much time indoors when the weather is so beautiful.

One of the biggest treats was hanging out with a very special girl.

Ally and Aaron were lodging just up the street from us. If you know Ally, you consider yourself blessed. Ally is beautiful inside and out. She is one of those rare gems that really cares about helping other people. Plus she's super fun and incredible with kids. She truly inspires me to get down on the floor to read to my kids more.

Her family is beautiful and I love them all so much.

They accompanied us to Boyden's cave.

Ever been inside a cave?

The very instant I stepped inside the cave I thought "Oh...no..."(Think Phoebe Buffay from Friends. That's exactly how it sounded in my head--Oh...no...).

The claustrophobia was suffocating.

There, in front of my friends and wee brave family, I was gonna have to chicken out. Every one was gonna know I was a skeerdy cat. And I thought the Nemo ride was bad. Ollie and I stuck together at the yellow-gated-entrance(going in...out...in...out....in...out) while the rest of our party forged ahead into tight, dark cavernous spaces. I admire their bravery. Truly, I do.

I really wish I brought my camera because{from what I saw} it was truly enchanting.

Here is Calvin's sketch.

See? Enchanting! And you get bonus points if you can spy Calvin's bat. (yes, there was a real live bat at the entrance to the cave.)

Finn and Hannah totally hit it off. They were constantly huddled together over rocks and sticks.

We got to borrow Hannah from time to time. She might just be a keeper.

Yep she's a keeper alright. I will have to invite you to their wedding.

At Grizzly Falls.

Strangers watched in awe as I photographed Twain's tumble...and subsequent drama-queen display.

Sundays at Hume are kind of special. They hold a big church service in Ponderosa Chapel for all to enjoy. Unfortunately, I took too long getting ready that morning and was left behind watching a certain mischievous Oliver and Twain.

My punishment?

I had to watch them go up&down&up&down&up&down&up&down the cabin stairs ad nauseum. Oh it was punishment indeed.

Stairs kind of scare me. I have mental images of my boys tumbling to their doom. We tried gates earlier in the week, but they seemed to create even more treacherous conditions.

It was time to let the boys learn to climb stairs. I figured the more they practiced the better they would get. And besides, I am trying very hard not to be such a freakazoid helicopter mom. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

We are still celebrating our fat little ankles...

and oozing pudgey ooey gooey baby goodness. (does anyone find it odd that we liken our babies to Cinnamon rolls?)

Our last night at the Hume dock.

We could stay here all summer.

And now, off to pack our bags for a day-trip to Yosemite. Weee!