Summer time :)

Summer is the best season. From the first day of school in September to the last day of school in June, summer is all I can look forward to.
During the summer, there is nothing to worry about. No homework, teachers, or catching the bus. The only thing that I’m required to do is put on sun screen so I don’t get a sun burn.
The best place to be is Irish Hills. In our two bedroom cottage, we usually fit around twenty people. Some camp out in the back, some sleep in their cars. The pontoon is our main way of transportation, other than our flip flops or bare feet. By the end of the three month vacation, my feet are as tan as the sidewalk. My aunt brings her large, plastic raft called Paradise Island that reeks of sun screen and lake water. That’s the usual tanning spot. We swim out to the large, wooden raft where we do backflips and cannon ball in after soaking in the sun for a few minutes. Sometimes we catch minnows from the dock and even fish.
The nights are the best part. Every night, no matter what there is a bonfire. We roast marshmallows, talk around the fire, and sometimes light off fireworks. Our music is always blaring, and there Is always excitement. All the little kids tell stories. Sometimes about lake monsters, and sometimes just about nothing.
In the summer, there is no sense of time. The only clock is inside, and I’m rarely there. I can never tell whether it is Saturday or Thursday. I’m either sitting on the boat, walking around, watching the bonfire, or listening to loud music with friends and family. I really like boatrides, especially when we go really fast. It’s almost a rush, because I feel like I could fall off.
Sometimes we go fishing. I like fishing, but I usually get bored because it takes so long. Once, I caught a two foot Pike! Of course it was too big for us to keep, but I was very proud of myself.

big fish story

Ice fishing -a common winter sport. Oh no, not for my family.

Saturday morning, bright and early. Unfortunately for me, being the light sleeper that I am, I was woken up by the “creek” of my bedroom door opening. Good thing I had something to look forward to, otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve ever gotten up. My cousin Val walked in the door. “Hi! Are you ready to go? Are you going to shower first? Did you pack a bag already? Should I grab your phone charger for you?” I lifted my head up off my pillow. “I’m just going to take a shower.” I quickly hopped out of bed, and took a shower. Once I was out, I got dressed, got my bag ready, and went down stairs.

“Are you ready Chlo?” my dad was eager to get on the road. “Yeah, let’s go.” After about an hour of country music, snowy scenery, and family singing, we were at our cottage. It took a while to unpack. My brother, Danny fell asleep in the car and had to be carried in. As we unloaded our bags and the food that we brought, we waited for the other guests to come. Ken and his son Christian, Jason and his daughters Kelsey and Lauren, and Dave and his daughter Kelsey. For a while we just hung out. We had a few snacks, and I took a little nap. Once the dads were ready to head across the street to the lake, we grabbed the clam, the bait, and the oggers.

Being on the ice was thrilling. It took us a few tries to find a good spot to anchor the clam down. The crisp air was blowing through my jacket. Everyone was slipping and sliding, and enjoying the weather. Finally once we settled down, some of the younger girls began to ice skate. I’m not very strong, but I was determined to drill a hole to fish in. it took me a while, but I finally did it. Christian, Val and I were huddled around my hole, seeing if any fish were biting. Unfortunately, none were. After sitting around for an hour and a half, we got pretty bored. I couldn’t resist. Ice is ice. I had to taste it. And yes, I do know its lake water. It wasn’t that bad to be honest. Now all I wanted was to taste the water in the hole.

I stuck my head as far as I could (it wasn’t very far, the hole wasn’t very big) and tasted the water. Quickly I jumped to my feet. “The water is warm!” I said. “No it isn’t! Is it really?” Val couldn’t believe it. “Give me the ogger! I’m going to dig the hole bigger! Put on your bathing Suits! We can all go swimming!” We all ran back to the cottage, changed, and for the rest of the night we forgot all about our hats gloves mittens and scarves. The next morning, we went back home. I told my mom, and of course she didn’t believe me. Neither did my grandparents, or my best friend. I don’t really mind though, because we all know what happened, and it was a lot of fun.

New Mayan Tomb

The discovery of the Mayan tomb will not reveal what happened their culture.

Recently archaeologists have began to believe that we will unravel the secrets of the Mayans. Things leading to what happened to them. How their culture died out, and for what reason. This is false information. The mayan people were spread out on a lot of land, and had many tombs. Not all their information would've been kept in one place. Like in this situation, when someone dies you can't go to one person for their life story. You have to keep finding out more and more things, because not only may they not give you accurate information, but they won't be able to tell you everything about it.

Some would say that this will reveal all their secrets. This is not true. There could be an artifact in one place, and in another undiscovered tomb somewhere can be another piece to it to make it work. While you won't get all the information you need to really learn about the Mayans, there will be some that will help us learn a lot.