Wuzzy Wuzzy - CHA CHA CHA!!!

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Yesterday I gave a little hint about what we were up to, and of course those of you who happened to respond knew right away that we were at the beach. My hint was none too subtle. Hehehe


We spent a hot afternoon at Red Sand (wonder HOW they got the name) Beach on Lake Wazeecha.

Yes, smarty pants, it IS a lakey beach. I don't remember WHICH smarty pants pointed out that here in Central Wisconsin it would HAVE to be a lakey beach, but whichever smarty pants it was they were entirely correct.

This was a favorite summertime haunt of Sister Pam's, our friends', and mine when we were in high school.

I love it just as much today as I did then.

Meanwhile, back at the blog post - - - here's what we DID at the lake shore yesterday:


ONE of us sat in this red "camp" chair (except for a brief wade or two into the cold water for personal climate control) the whole time casting a guardian eye over the diminutive swimmers.


The OTHER one did this a few yards up shore from us. Hardly surprising is it?


The diminutives did a bit of digging in the carrot-red sand. They tried a roll or two in it until Kamma, fearing their skins would turn a permanent orange shade yelled: STOP!!!

(Mama, their "babin' suits" will never be the same. Good thing they weren't brand spankin' new THIS season!!!)


The diminutives also enjoyed some water frolic - - - especially with their newly acquired squirt guns.


They even paddled and floated around. Pipes is especially adept at the whole floating thing.


Other lake goers weren't content with shoreline activities but preferred to zoom by, creating surf in their wake.


While still others opted for a slower, gentler, quieter paddle-by.

I've had my eye on the kayakers. I may put a kayak on my bucket list of things to acquire someday.

"I'm a mermaid!"

"What is this, Papoo?"

And after a long, slow, deliberate pause Papoo would say: "That is a ROCK"

This went on time and time again.

Cheer up mama and daddy - - -
a WHOLE collection of lovely rocks are coming home!!!

The dam that makes Wazeecha a Lake instead of a gentle stream.

We made up our own version of "Oh Once There Were Three Fishermen" which we sang repeatedly as we trolled around the lake.

In our version of the song there were four fishermen and they were:
Pah Pah - Poo, Poo, Poo
Kah Kah - Ma, Ma, Ma
Mackin Mackin - Lee, Lee, Lee
Pie Pie - Purr purr purr

And they all went down to
Wuzzy Wuzzy - CHA CHA CHA!!!

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