Over Memorial Day weekend, my family went camping at a lake. On the way, we ate lunch at a tiny diner at the airport for a small town. Afterwards, my father wanted to go look at the planes. The clouds were colossal that day.
My sister and her friends were obsessed with badminton the whole weekend.
Lilly brought her guitar.
Italian ice and french fries were the only vegan options at the lake snack bar, which was fine by me.
It was way too humid for May and the lake was packed.
Our little camp stove, used for coffee, breakfast potatoes, and not much else.
The diner we stopped at on our way back home.
It seemed like a set from a film.
The scene at the diner.
My sister and her friend.
We were all so exhausted.