Bald Eagle State Park

We went on a mini-vacation with Jeff's parents this weekend. To Bald Eagle State Park. We stayed at the inn. I have been trying for 2 days to embed links on those...but D&!n Blogger.

The inn was beautiful and fabulous. The park was scenic and lovely. We had ideal weather. And almost ideal children. It was a wonderful weekend.


The patio off the back of the inn. Overlooking Bald Eagle Mountain and PJ Sayers Lake (I think it is called that). Notice the grills...that's where we made our Saturday night dinner. Steaks. Tube steaks for the kids and yummy steaks for us.

Views from the patio.

There were bald eagles nesting on the far shore of the lake in front of the inn. They had telescopes set up on the balconies so you could see them. We saw two babies (huge!) and the adults with their regal white heads. Amazing.

One of our excursions on Saturday was fishing. Lily loves fishing. Well, actually, she wants nothing to do with the actual fish. But she likes picking out the worm and casting and reeling in her catch. She is uncharacterisically patient while fishing.

Andrew also loves fishing. He is also a bit too chicken to touch the fish but he is patient and calm about the whole process. I think he empathizes a bit too much with the fish and the worms. Like his mother.

Andrew's bass.

We don't have any pictures of Michael fishing because he was too impatient. We'd get his line cast out and he'd throw down the pole and yell, "I wan go fishing!" To which we explained this IS fishing. This is it. Then he'd throw a little screaming fit. And when one of his siblings would catch a fish, he screamed, "But I WAN GO FISHING!" -sigh- Did I mention he didn't sleep so well the first night in the hotel?

We also went to a sandy beach for a picnic lunch. There were dead fish everywhere. This was possibly the highlight of the trip for Michael. He talked about the dead fish all the time. (apparently they lower the level of the lake a few weeks ago, and the change in pH is killing just this one kind of fish).

Another one of Michael's favorite things were the bird footprints set in the concrete sidewalks. Simple pleasures. Andrew riddled the naturalist with questions about birds and eagles and bats and a millipede that he found on a walk. The naturalist was around quite a bit throughout the weekend, coming to talk about the eagles on the balcony of the inn, leading a nature walk, and giving an evening talk about bats. Andrew drank it all in and LOVED it. He did cry a bit about the bats (they are dying in vast numbers from a white fungus)

All in all, a fabulous weekend. Thank you, Linda and Paul! And I hope you are enjoying Lily...since you kidnapped her away after the trip. It is strange around here without her.