I remember visiting Lake Whitney as a child with my Grandma and Grandpa. I remember that we stayed in their RV and that Grandpa took us fishing. I don't' remember much else about it, even how old I was, but I remember the trip very fondly. I remember sitting on a little row boat with my grandpa and listening to him tell us stories as we waited for a fish to bite. I'm pretty sure we caught one, and released it. It is a precious childhood memory for me, as I love my Grandpa so dearly. Austin and Brooke were very excited about going somewhere that I went as a child. Austin's middle name is after my Grandpa and it was fun to talk about him with them, since they never got a chance to spend time with him when he was alive here on earth. Austin told me that since I started the tradition, he wants to take his kids to that place when he gets older too. I thought that was so cute. 
I had a marvelos time just hanging out with my kids that day. We weren't on a schedule, we just enjoyed the beautiful day. The wind was blowing, the sky was a beautiful shade of blue and we were all soaking it in. Everyone enjoyed collecting rocks and throwing them in the water. We also had a bit of a make shift picnic, with some snacks that were in the car. That was fun. Cameron mastered drinking from a straw and gnawing on an apple. Brooke balanced on logs, and picked up rocks. Austin collected rocks and was very intent on finding lots of unique ones. We brought lots of rocks home. :-) 
After we played a while and got a little wet, we went up to the park bathroom and discovered that they had showers in them. (it was also a campground) Brooke wanted to shower, so I let her and then washed up the boys for the car ride home too. It was fun to do some out of the ordinary stuff and so wonderful to spend quality, unrushed, unscheduled, time with my kids.
To them it might have been just a stop on the way home, but to me, it was another memory that I will cherish forever.
