Seak and You Shall Find
Last weekend we went with my parents to Round Lake. We stayed in the gigantic trailer that my Dad bought and if you don't believe me when I say gigantic I will post a picture.
This isn't a picture I took of my Dads but it's one I pulled off the internet of the exact model they have. I must say, this is more my idea of "roughing it". The kids had a queen sized bunk that they slept in, my parents had their queen sized bed and Randall and I stayed in the garage. Yes there is a garage. It has a couch that flattens into a queen sized bed and another queen bed above it that lowers from the ceiling. When they are lifted their motorcycles can be driven in the back and hooked into the wheel lock to transport wherever they are going. Needless to say it was spacious and comfortable. A much better choice for me than tents and bathrooms that are to far away.
The kids had a blast playing in the lake, climbing rocks, running around and spending time with Grandma and Grandpa. I had a great time as well. It's always nice for me to go to Round lake where memories of camp days abound. Swimming is always enjoyable as well so I won't turn down a chance to do that. The unusual thing about Round lake though is the lake itself. It takes a very, very long time for the water to get very deep. This is a very nice thing for the kids since they are able to walk for a long ways and they aren't frightened to try and swim since they can just stand up. It does make swimming as an adult a little more difficult though since often my feet will hit the ground or my fingers will even brush the bottom.
One of the days I swam out to quite a distance. I was at a point where I could no longer touch but the bottom was only a few inches past my toes. To get to a spot where the water was this deep I was unable to see the people on the beach as more than tinny spots. Trinity and my Mom made their way out towards me and I started in to meet them part way. I maybe should have explained already that I wear my glasses while I swim. I don't really have contact lenses (a long story in and of itself) and it really bothers me to not be able to see clearly. This means swimming with glasses on. Not the best solution but one I hope to someday rectify with laser eye surgery. As I drew closer to my Mom and Trinity they were talking about diving and Trinity wanted to see one. Since my feet more than touched the ground I launched myself off the bottom and did a little dive for Trinity to see. As I raised my head to surface I felt my glasses slide from my face. At the moment I didn't see this as such a big deal. I mean I hadn't traveled that far and it wasn't that deep. My mother and I started to look and it quickly became apparent the task wouldn't be as simple as I anticipated. As we would walk we would get off track and it didn't take very long before we realized we had wandered away from where they had fallen. My mom went in for some goggles and a gentleman came out to assist with our search. He told me he enjoyed challenges like this and asked if I would mind if he used the goggles. I consented and he began to swim around with a snorkel and mask. This would have been quite helpful but for the fact that he seemed to kick up a lot of silt as he swam as well as heading off in any sort of direction even though we assured him he was quite a ways from where the glasses would be located.
After looking for quite some time I resigned myself to my stupidity in loosing them in the first place and decided to give up my search. I had decided that they must have been covered in silt my that point and even if they weren't we had wandered so far that we now had no idea if we were even close to where we had started. There is also that added difficulty of a vast number of mussel shells covering the bottom. It was often difficult to tell what it was hitting our feet. Though I had decided to give up and was planning how I would wear my very uncomfortable prescription sunglasses until I could get home to an old pair of glasses, the 2 others kept searching. We started to slowly make our way in to shore while still casually watching the bottom when I spotted them! After approximately an hour of wandering aimlessly in our search my glasses were miraculously found! I was later told that a year or 2 previously a boy had lost his glasses quite close to shore and though they had many people looking for quite some time they were never found. I was shocked, pleased, thankful and blessed that my loss did not turn into a big expense. There is no way that I could have afforded to replace glasses right now so I know I would have had to wait until next year to get coverage again. Though it seems like such a small matter in the grand scheme of things there were people praying for us to find them and, of course, I myself was praying to find them as well. I am blesses to have been answered and assisted in this little matter and it's nice to know that God is looking after even the little things when we make stupid little mistakes.
This isn't a picture I took of my Dads but it's one I pulled off the internet of the exact model they have. I must say, this is more my idea of "roughing it". The kids had a queen sized bunk that they slept in, my parents had their queen sized bed and Randall and I stayed in the garage. Yes there is a garage. It has a couch that flattens into a queen sized bed and another queen bed above it that lowers from the ceiling. When they are lifted their motorcycles can be driven in the back and hooked into the wheel lock to transport wherever they are going. Needless to say it was spacious and comfortable. A much better choice for me than tents and bathrooms that are to far away.
The kids had a blast playing in the lake, climbing rocks, running around and spending time with Grandma and Grandpa. I had a great time as well. It's always nice for me to go to Round lake where memories of camp days abound. Swimming is always enjoyable as well so I won't turn down a chance to do that. The unusual thing about Round lake though is the lake itself. It takes a very, very long time for the water to get very deep. This is a very nice thing for the kids since they are able to walk for a long ways and they aren't frightened to try and swim since they can just stand up. It does make swimming as an adult a little more difficult though since often my feet will hit the ground or my fingers will even brush the bottom.
One of the days I swam out to quite a distance. I was at a point where I could no longer touch but the bottom was only a few inches past my toes. To get to a spot where the water was this deep I was unable to see the people on the beach as more than tinny spots. Trinity and my Mom made their way out towards me and I started in to meet them part way. I maybe should have explained already that I wear my glasses while I swim. I don't really have contact lenses (a long story in and of itself) and it really bothers me to not be able to see clearly. This means swimming with glasses on. Not the best solution but one I hope to someday rectify with laser eye surgery. As I drew closer to my Mom and Trinity they were talking about diving and Trinity wanted to see one. Since my feet more than touched the ground I launched myself off the bottom and did a little dive for Trinity to see. As I raised my head to surface I felt my glasses slide from my face. At the moment I didn't see this as such a big deal. I mean I hadn't traveled that far and it wasn't that deep. My mother and I started to look and it quickly became apparent the task wouldn't be as simple as I anticipated. As we would walk we would get off track and it didn't take very long before we realized we had wandered away from where they had fallen. My mom went in for some goggles and a gentleman came out to assist with our search. He told me he enjoyed challenges like this and asked if I would mind if he used the goggles. I consented and he began to swim around with a snorkel and mask. This would have been quite helpful but for the fact that he seemed to kick up a lot of silt as he swam as well as heading off in any sort of direction even though we assured him he was quite a ways from where the glasses would be located.
After looking for quite some time I resigned myself to my stupidity in loosing them in the first place and decided to give up my search. I had decided that they must have been covered in silt my that point and even if they weren't we had wandered so far that we now had no idea if we were even close to where we had started. There is also that added difficulty of a vast number of mussel shells covering the bottom. It was often difficult to tell what it was hitting our feet. Though I had decided to give up and was planning how I would wear my very uncomfortable prescription sunglasses until I could get home to an old pair of glasses, the 2 others kept searching. We started to slowly make our way in to shore while still casually watching the bottom when I spotted them! After approximately an hour of wandering aimlessly in our search my glasses were miraculously found! I was later told that a year or 2 previously a boy had lost his glasses quite close to shore and though they had many people looking for quite some time they were never found. I was shocked, pleased, thankful and blessed that my loss did not turn into a big expense. There is no way that I could have afforded to replace glasses right now so I know I would have had to wait until next year to get coverage again. Though it seems like such a small matter in the grand scheme of things there were people praying for us to find them and, of course, I myself was praying to find them as well. I am blesses to have been answered and assisted in this little matter and it's nice to know that God is looking after even the little things when we make stupid little mistakes.
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