It’s a hard life, here at the beach. There are so many questions that need answering.
Does Crockett have enough time to finish his sandwich before his scheduled nap?
Should I focus on my lunch…
or on the view?
Should I make a run for it before this bee dive-bombs me (as he’s clearly considering)?
Is the water more gorgeous, or the sky? (Does little Jack, sitting on the edge of the water, have questions like this?)
Is a water trampoline safer than a regular one?
What if it’s waaaaaay out there?
Is there something about the beach that turns normally mature adult brothers into gladiators?
Will I ever get in the water?
Or will I just keep following the wildlife around?
And most importantly: burger or brat?
Fortunately there’s no question here. A scoop of everything, please.
Tags: grilling, lake michigan, michigan, travel
