Yale

Rob's Aunt and Uncle live in the coolest community. It's kind of like an apartment complex, but you have your own house and a bit of a yard. Then the rest of the community is right there and you can hang out with them when you want -- or retreat back into your house when you don't want. They've got things like poker games and bingo and community breakfasts and dinners and even line dancing. It's like camp for grown-ups. Uncle Mike has a neat boat, too, but we weren't there long enough to launch it. (We were just there to lunch it -- ha, ha.)

Rob was still feeling pretty ill when we left Grandma and Grandpas but one look at Uncle Mike's classic cars stored in his garage and he was perky and happy again. He didn't even mind my comment about Mike's cars actually WORKING, which separates them from HIS cars in MY garage, so he must have really been enjoying himself.

We took a little tour of the community, which sits on Lake Yale, and the girls even got to see some local nature.In case the local nature isn't clearly visible, here's a close up of two sand cranes. Personally I was hoping for alligators, but you know, you take your nature where you can get it:

Here's a picture of the whole gang. We're standing on a pier for Lake Yale, that was destroyed by a hurricane several years ago. Louise and Mike were very instrumental in getting the new pier approved and built, so it's actually dedicated to them. Pretty cool, huh?

So after a delicious lunch of spaghetti with shrimp and the gifting of a stuffed bunny to each girl and two containers of Easter cookies, we were back on the road again.