I love the ocean. But there's something about the lure of a lake. I think it started with Racing with the Moon and even On Golden Pond. Anyway, we had colds, we never climbed the mountain, but we did make a camp fire, catch fish, play board games, eat bad food and squabbled some too. The boys had to work an hour a day on their summer packets -- the whole idea stinks, but it's just the preamble to the next ten months. Sigh. Goodbye, summer. You were lovely.