Bowman at Peavy Lake

After Seattle, my summer of fun continued in Minnesota.  After a rough flight with Nana, Gramps, Mom and Dad, we arrived in the Twin Cities and then had a couple of days in Grove City.  I learned to really like dogs, or "guys" as I call them, with Bruin and the neighbor dogs, and I've carried that love of dogs with me even back to Dhaka, where Mom won't let me touch a single one.  She says something about rabies and strays and no collars whenever I run after them.

Anyway, there was lots to explore in Grove City, including Carlson Meats, my Gramps's shop that is almost 100 years old.  But, soon we got in the car again for the drive to Peavy Lake and the cabin where Dad spent his summers when he was younger.  They put me right to work there!  Dad says he was raised knowing that if you wanted to play at the lake, you had to put your time in to keep the property nice.  I think that's one reason he has such a good work ethic, and is so intent on passing that message along to me.  At least he let me use the riding lawn mower!

After working on the lawn, most of my work was done on the dock.  I helped Gramps organize rocks and dirt.

I helped catch dinner.

I helped Nana practice her strokes.

And I even helped keep the pontoon on course!

Thanks for sharing your lake, Nana and Gramps!  I had a wonderful time.