There's a tradition in our family that dates back to when Mom was 2 years old. Actually, later than that because Papa and Bunga used to go and take Dad and his brothers even before Mom was born. Lake Chelan. Summer at the bluest lake in Washington. This was my first year and yeah, I slept a lot, but I also swam and went for walks and played with my cousins. That's what Lake Chelan is all about - cousins. I even played at the water slides. I didn't go down them, but Sam went down every one and Faye went down a whole bunch all by herself. I will too, when I'm bigger.
Dad has way better pics, so I'll upload those when I get a chance. (I'm really very busy)
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