Pelican Point Nostalgia

I just got back from a weekend of camping with my family at Pelican Point. The whole weekend was such a nostalgia trip. I spent so much time there as a kid at my Great Uncle's cabin, running around at the beach, playing botchi ball, playing beach volley ball, playing in the play ground, running to the snack shuttle (which was shaped like an actual shuttle)...it was so weird to see how much it has changed. I haven't been there for probably five years or so and now Uncle Victor's cabin has been sold to someone else, and has had a lot of work put into it. The water levels have skyrocketed, and there is very little public beach left - and no private beach. The snack shuttle is no more and the play ground has been upgraded. But so much of it is the same. The camp sites, most of the cabins, the lake itself. It wasn't nice enough to go swimming, or even hang out at the beach (the wind was so cold!) but mom and I went for a walk last night. It was rainy and windy, but we just wandered around Pelican Point, mostly through the cabins, talking about the cabins and nostalgia and it was just nice.

I mean, there were some not nice things about it too - like the fact that it wasn't really nice out, and that our neighbours were loud enough to keep me up until 3:30 last night (yay tenting), and that when we took my tent down there were A BAJILLION SPIDERS all over it. *shudder* God I slept in that. Ahhhh. I hate spiders so much. But it was good. I read A LOT. (I'm currently reading "Going Bovine" by Libba Bray. It is SO GOOD.) And I got to spend an entire weekend with my parents and Randy and Kale. Kelly wasn't there for much of it - she had to work - but she came for a few hours yesterday. I've really started to appreciate the little family time I can get in.