warm. What we got was cool and cloudy, but we still had fun. The kids played with my Cousin Tom’s kids. He has two teenagers and 3 smaller ones. Samantha was entertaining the two little girls. Either that or they just attached themselves to her. Miles and the youngest son played together all day. The picked wild blue berries and feed the chipmunks that aren’t afraid of anyone. Samantha found a frog and caught it for everyone to see. She did release the frog after everyone got a good look at him or her.
For lunch, my Uncle cooked up some hot dogs and bratwursts. You see bratwursts are big in these parts. If you have a barbecue, you better have some bratwursts on the grill. I think it’s a law or a cardinal rule. You could make the case the brats, which is used here to refer to bratwursts, are eaten more than hotdogs and hamburgers. And if you have brats, you must have sauerkraut to go on the brats. When I was younger, my mom used to make sauerkraut all the time, so much so that I actually hate it. My tastes buds just revolted and refused to eat 
anymore sauerkraut. So what do I do, I have a brat with sauerkraut on it. Remember that I told you that Samantha eats just about a few things. Well, Lisa and I to our distaste have been eating foods that we don’t like to set an example for her. Not for Miles who will eat and/or try anything at least once. So I ate the sauerkraut, and to my surprise it wasn’t as bad as I remembered it. My Aunt says she adds something to it. Well, it was pretty good. I’m still not going to eat it unless I really have too. Samantha doesn’t eat brats and I mentioned earlier 
that she gave up hotdogs out of the blue. So the lunch that we had was totally dreadful for her. Even the side dishes were not on her list of things she will eat. Lisa and I didn’t give her any options, which made her grumpy. She is used to people catering to her culinary palate. She reluctantly ate a hot dog. It was either that or go hungry. Dinner wasn’t much better. It was a repeat of lunch. There wasn’t anything that she really eats. The only saving grace for her was that you eat stroganoff with noodles, so she ate plan noodles. If you are asking yourself, what about putting butter on the noodles, she won’t eat noodles that way. Overall, this day was the culinary torture for Samantha.
After lunch, my Uncle wanted to take us on a boat ride around the lake. We rode in the boat as he pointed out different things and homes along the way. We saw a couple of Loons in the water. One had a baby riding on the back of its parent. We also saw three or four eagles flying overhead. They were looking for dinner. During the three-hour tour, the sun would come out and tease us. When it was out, it was nice, but it was only for a minute before it went back into hiding and it got cool again. My mom who can be cold in 80 degree weather was wrapped up in a 
blanket. She was telling us that it was absolutely fridge out. I was expecting her to turn blue and get frost bite. You may think that I am exaggerating, but she was definitely acting that way. My Uncle let Miles and Samantha pilot the boat a couple of times. They really enjoyed this. As Miles was settling into the pilot’s seat for the first time, Lisa and I both stated that he shouldn’t touch the throttle. The first time that Miles got to pilot a boat he almost threw his Aunt out of the boat. Lisa’s brother and sister-in-law had the kids for a night, and were going to take them fishing the next day. When they were done fishing, Lisa’s brother decided to let the kids pilot the boat. Miles went first. His Aunt was standing at the back of the boat. Miles hit the throttle full speed and his Aunt almost went flying out the back of the boat. She was able to grasp a chair in time before she went overboard. We don’t need to say such things to Samantha.
Before we ate lunch, Lisa mentioned that I like to play golf. My cousin Tom, who also likes to play golf, got all excited. At first he was talking out going out and hit some balls on an airstrip down the road. He then decided why hit balls when you can actually go play. He was able to get a 4:30 PM tee time at the local course, so he and I went off to play some golf. As we left, he told everyone we were going to play nine holes. The course wasn’t bad. It was very forgiving, but the greens were slow and almost miniature golfish. We really weren’t playing all that well. It may have been the beers or the rental clubs, but we stunk up the place. As we finished nine holes, he turns to me and says, “What you think? You want to play another nine?” I told him that I am game, but I am sure to hear about it from Lisa. I then told him that I just blame him, since he is the one who drove to the course. We took off to play the front nine. This was a good idea, since we started to play really well. I ended up paring three of the last four holes. We kept going back and forth on whose wife would call first. I won. Lisa called as we were finishing up and asked if we got lost.
After dinner, we went to a place known around Tomahawk as the Windmill. I would guess they call it that since the place has a windmill out front. The Windmill sells ice cream, and we are told it is very busy most nights with lines out the door. When we got there, the line was winding around inside but not quite out the door. The ice cream is really good and they give you a very generous helping for very little coin. We were all happy with our choices and the deal.
After ice cream we headed back to my Aunt and Uncles for a little more discussion and pictures before we said good-bye. We were leaving very early in the morning and wouldn’t see them so we just said good-bye now.
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