Clayton Vacation | My Family Travels
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Last summer, specifically the week when June ended and July started, my family and I traveled to Clayton, New York for our annual vacation—a vacation that was full of fun and silliness. We were up at our family camp on Mason Point, where our camp is quite literally on the St. Lawrence River.  Let me just say that our week vacation should have been rotten—rain every day and so much humidity that we were spending our nights awake and most of our days indoors.

The profile of my camp really shows how the weather was all week. Yep, those are rain clouds up in the sky up there. It rained every day except our first, third, and last days there. So how did we entertain ourselves you ask? We went old school—we visited the local shops (and the Hawn Memorial Library) and played some traditional card games. Of the local shops that we went to, my favorite was Rak’s Dept Store on Riverside Dr—a waterfront shop. I bought a nifty bag—tie-dyed of course!

On the day it was sunny, my family really enjoyed the day—who cannot have fun when swimmable water is right under your feet? Put it this way, we explored and played all day. The first thing that we did was explore the island closest to us. In reference to the photo above, it is about fifty feet from the other side of the camp. My sister and I decided that we wanted to explore Mouse Island and sit on Heron Rock (see picture below). On the island, we discovered a single porcupine, let’s just say we decided that we needed to get off the island, and fast. We didn’t want to go back to the camp yet, so we played king of the hill (rather, king of the rock). My sister won, of course—she didn’t want to get her cell phone wet, so I couldn’t push her in the water. In any case, the day was beautiful, and we had fun.

 

                The day continued, and we swam and played in the river for most of the day. Dinner time came around, and so we got out of the river, but not for long… We fed more food to the ducks and geese that came around than we actually ate. We had dinner out on the dock, but the birds got their dinner from my sister and me, rather, our feet. The Canadian Geese swam up to the dock and took the pieces of a hot dog roll out from between our toes. It felt really strange.  One goose decided to bite my toe, and then the rest followed suit. I plotted my revenge, and let’s just say it was good, and fun—I cannon-balled the vicious birds, fully clothed. Later that evening, we went back out on the dock, and the geese came back, expecting food from us—we had none. So once again, I thought it would be brilliant to jump on them—and as the picture shows, they did not even try to swim away…dumb birds.

 

 

 

Our week came to an end on the Fourth of July weekend, when my oldest sister and baby came up for the day. My adorable nephew was too young to go in the water (the water being a chilly 64 degrees and him being only two months old), so we played with him in the camp. We spent our last day at camp goofing off and playing with the baby—the perfect ending for our vacation.

 

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