Looking back, I can hardly remember the rain or the mosquitoes

That's the power of DuNord.  While we were there I know that we were busy swatting pesky little flying bastards, and dashing for cover from incoming storms, but once we return to the hustle of our daily citified lives, all that remains of our trip up north are memories of escapades on the lake, laughs with friends, baking in the sun on a rock before jumping off a 'cliff', and the intense competition in the DuGa pit.

This vacation never gets old.  We are truly blessed to be able to share this week away with so many great friends.  The boys disappear into a jumble of kids set free.  All electronics are left in the car and they turn their attention to more basic elements- fire and water.  And they are entertained for hours.