Wednesday was a series of ups and downs. We had to resort to several Plan Bs along the way but still managed to put in a very long and eventful day. We began the morning biking around the park to feed ducks but, alas, they were not to be found. Then Padre tried to take Isaac swimming and discovered the pool wasn't opened every day - bummer. So they checked out horseback riding. The next ride was Friday - again, bummer. Then on one of Isaac's bicycle trips, he stumped and re-injured his sore toe. (Nana should have remembered about wearing close-toed shoes, and not flip flops, when bike riding). Later we thought about renting a canoe but the store was closed - another bummer. But we were not to be deterred.
Isaac's gift for the day was a bean bag toss which he and Padre played several time. Rules changed throughout and no one winner was declared. Weather permitting, we will try this again when the whole family gets together this weekend.
Then Isaac and Padre squared off in a checkers' game. Nana offered to play but Isaac quickly said he wanted to play Padre first and then he would play a game with Nana (which, by the way, never happened!). She knows where she stands now. Again rules were stretched and Padre was heard to say more than once, "move one checker at a time." The game ended with Padre double jumping Isaac's last two men. A good sport, Isaac shared high fives and "good game" with Padre.
The toe was injured in an afternoon bike ride so Nana and Padre got out the first-aid kit and played doctor. The patient then rested with a few DVDs and some watermelon.
We decided to investigate the Livingston area and Isaac took over the front seat of the truck and giggled when his plan worked to put Nana in the back. If Nana didn't know where she stood before with the checkers game, she was reminded again. The drive was enough to give Isaac a nap to rest and recuperate. We stopped at the local Wal-Mart for a promised Toy Story-toy, the bug Twitch, and some Toy Story gummi worms.
Late afternoon fishing was again unsuccessful. Isaac tried a gummi worm (plastic, not ToyStory) instead of the live worms, and Padre showed him how to bait a hook.
Nevertheless Isaac determined "There are no fish in this lake" and chose to feed the ducks instead.
Rain drove us back to the camper but underneath the trees it was dry enough for bike riding. Ever the social butterfly, Isaac quickly made friends and challenged everyone to races up and down the road in front of the campers. The numbers swelled to about five kids of all ages racing back and forth.
These races went on for an hour until darkness and rain drove a hot and sweaty Isaac inside. Nana could not eat dinner until the smelly boy was showered and pajammed. We put away tacos and oatmeal/raisin cookies, finished watching classic Donald Duck cartoons, and headed to bed.
Despite the setbacks, we packed in quite a lot.
Once dressed, Isaac helped Nana and Padre load up, stow away, and hitch the truck and camper and in-between times rode his bike (as you can see by the bike helmet). He said goodbye to his bike-racing friends. And we all said goodbye to Lake Livingston State Park and headed home. 
