BBI Vacation!

It doesn't surprise me if you've never heard of Bois Blanc Island. Few people have, in spite of the fact that it's as close to heaven as you can get on this earth. In fact, if you would, do me a favor and forget the name of the island after reading this post. Don't want it to get too famous and start getting all uppity.

Like I mentioned in an earlier post, I went to BBI last week, minus Angel but in the company of other relatives. Since, most likely, you're unfamiliar with the location, I thought I'd share a bit about what Bois Blanc Island is.

It's 13 people sharing 1 and a half bathrooms.

It's Grandpa and Grandma playing Big Badminton. Note the size of the shuttlecock and rackets.

It's walking into the living room at night and being told by Grandpa that there's a bat in the room so keep all the doors shut so that it doesn't travel to the other part of the house.

 It's wading in Lake Huron while wearing a jacket over your swimsuit in an attempt to not freeze to death.

It's waking up four times a night to a flat air mattress and flipping the switch for the motor to pump it up again. Until the last day of the trip when your cousin finds the hole in the mattress and your uncle patches it with superglue.

It's teaching your younger cousins how to play Euchre on a rainy, stormy day.

It's deciding to go for a walk when you think the rain is over and getting drenched on the way to your destination.

It's eating meals cooked on a stove that looks like this! My Grandma's guess was that it's from the 1920s.

 

It's roasting marshmallows on wire hangers over charcoal. Mmmmmm!

 

It's climbing big rocks in the middle of the woods.

It's someone saying that they found the bat that was seen in the house, only to discover that the supposed "bat" is a brillo pad stuffed into a hole in the wall, for reasons unknown.

It's sitting outdoors with a book and a cup of hot cocoa, looking back at the mainland, and wishing you never had to return.