A couple of weeks ago we went on our annual Dale Hollow lake July camping trip. This year’s trip started off a little bit differently, because I ended up in the ER just a couple of nights before we left. The panic disorder I was diagnosed with earlier this year has now turned into something different- I have now been diagnosed with non-epileptic seizures. The day I went to the ER, I had three in one day, the most I had ever had in one day. They didn’t stop that day. We managed to pack and get up to the lake thanks to my parents, who took the kids with them, and Mama Judy, who came over to help me pack while Jake was finishing up work. We thought maybe the seizures would stop once we got up to the lake…but they didn’t. I continued to have several a day for the first few days of our trip until they eventually tapered off. I managed to have three completely seizure free days on the trip, which was a blessing.
Anyways, seizures aside, it was a good trip. This year the Roses got to come with us again, and the Grays also joined us for most of the week! This was their first camping trip, and we were so happy to have them. Most of my family was up there, too, of course.
We took the days- lots of sleeping late, slow, lazy mornings, and boating in the afternoons, followed by late dinners and staying up late to drink coffee and talk and laugh. The kids played hard every day. One nice thing is that we had a campsite by the water, and our kids were all big enough that we were able to send them down to the water together and just watch them swim and kayak from the campsite, instead of having to go down to the water or be in the water with them. There was lots of dock hopping and ice cream eating. We got most everyone up on the kneeboards. One night we all ate at Sulfur Creek for dinner. One day (after the Grays had left) we took the kiddos to jump off the cliffs. All the kids spent entirely way too much money at the dock shop, LOL.
Now for a picture dump, in no particular order at all.
Suffice it to say, none of us were ready to go home at the end of the trip, which is always, of course, the mark of a good trip.