The cornerstone activity of our summer float weekend at Jack’s is the Saturday float. We all don our life preservers, drive upstream a couple miles, wade into the Wisconsin River, and float our way down to Jack’s. Here’s our 2011 crew in the obligatory pre-float photo:
Michael is either playing with Andrew or abusing him.
This year’s float took a little longer than normal, and we should have brought some sunscreen on the river for a mid-trip re-apply. Oh well! 
Such a cute kid:)
After the float, there’s reading and napping.
Maretta brought her new spinning wheel, and here she’s letting Sylvie help her work the treadle.
Mid-afternoon, Jack to me and Dad and Matt up the hill to take a look at the prairie.
There’s no place like Jack’s prairie. I just love it!
The big bluestem grasses are tall. You can see the bluffs across the river in the distance.
Some bee balm.
Prairie, oaks, and the river beyond.
Back at home, Maretta’s spinning. Actually, in this case, she’s taking two strings of yarn and winding them together. That’s called plying.
Her new spinning wheel is so beautiful. I love watching her change fiber into yarn!
Saturday night, we took our jambalaya up on the hill for dinner again. 
As the sun set, the moon became brighter in the sky.
Good food, a fire, and a beautiful (bugless!) evening.
Bev was approaching a significant birthday, and Jack wrote a declaration for her, which he read with some pomp and circumstance amidst much laughter.
And so ended our second day. We played Trivial Pursuit well into the evening, and woke up with cozy kids in our tent.