Bluewater Lake

Dad thought we had bigger fish to fry, so we packed up our tent and drove another 3 hours to Bluewater Lake.  Dad said they had muskies in that lake - something he and grandpa used to fish for.  Oh Dad, let's just stay here and catch Emy fish!

But, when we got to the new lake, they had a beach for us to have a mud-fight on.  Good call, Dad!