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bloodsong1) wrote2013-07-08 04:30 pm
bloodsong1) wrote2013-07-08 04:30 pm
4th at the Lake House
Okay, so it was actually the 6th when we got there. Friday was spent visiting his mom and his friends in Marathon, which turned into an engagement party about an hour before we left. Huzzah. I got to witness a surprise proposal live and in person. I love that. I hope it all works out for them.
So, Saturday we got the kiddos packed, us packed and hit the road, dropping children off accordingly. We brought my six man tent (I love that thing) as we knew Saturday night would be crowded. It was.
We got in an hour ahead of schedule (whoot), which gave us plenty of time to pitch our tent, dig out our swim gear and hit the lake.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen of LJ, Queenie went into the lake.
At first I did the slide, which was scary until I hit the water, then it was scary because I was slipping on algae-covered rubber mats in waist deep water. Then I felt refreshed, as it was very hot.
Second time was a walk in with SNB. We got to the slide area, waist deep. My heart is starting to pound. We went to shoulder deep and I started shaking. SNB tried to coax me out a little further and I shut him down, explaining how very freaked out I was at that moment and I was not taking one step further out. Period.
"How about a floatie?" He offers.
C's family has a variety of inflated tubes and lounges and chairs. I picked a big blue and white tube, with mesh in the hole to hold you (and keep your butt safe from the fishies) two hand holds and two drink holders. Once I was in it, I felt very safe. So SNB towed me to the raft, which was next to a large yellow floatie that holds about eight people. I held onto the raft with one hand and chatted with people. I also worked my way over to the large float and chatted with people there. After a while I started to get a little dizzy. There were more waves at that point, thanks to the small power boats and jet ski riders and that wasn't helping. So I paddled myself back in.
I went out on the floatie four times over the course of the weekend. Each time I saw new people, I warned them that I was phobic, so please don't try and flip me. Everyone agreed I was being very brave. The last time I went out by myself, no SNB, and stayed out for a good while chatting and floating and paddling about. SNB saw me and waved from the shore. I did not see him, as I went out without my glasses and could only make out human shaped blobs in various colors. I was rather pleased when the fishies nibbled on my toes and heels. The fish are notorious for nibbling and males have it the worst, as nipples are tasty. There were several yelps and bouts of swearing when the guys were attacked.
The barge ride was worse. There was nothing at my back to keep me safe and I had no control over where the barge went. I sat very still. Watching the fireworks being shot off from opposite sides of the lake and exploding above our heads was nice. Having two drunk people stand up and start dancing was not nice. SNB and C both assured me the barge was very stable, I was not going to fall out and I would have to be pushed at least five feet straight back before I went in. I informed them their logic was no help whatsoever, but I appreciated the attempt.
More later, I have to go fetch kiddos.
So, Saturday we got the kiddos packed, us packed and hit the road, dropping children off accordingly. We brought my six man tent (I love that thing) as we knew Saturday night would be crowded. It was.
We got in an hour ahead of schedule (whoot), which gave us plenty of time to pitch our tent, dig out our swim gear and hit the lake.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen of LJ, Queenie went into the lake.
At first I did the slide, which was scary until I hit the water, then it was scary because I was slipping on algae-covered rubber mats in waist deep water. Then I felt refreshed, as it was very hot.
Second time was a walk in with SNB. We got to the slide area, waist deep. My heart is starting to pound. We went to shoulder deep and I started shaking. SNB tried to coax me out a little further and I shut him down, explaining how very freaked out I was at that moment and I was not taking one step further out. Period.
"How about a floatie?" He offers.
C's family has a variety of inflated tubes and lounges and chairs. I picked a big blue and white tube, with mesh in the hole to hold you (and keep your butt safe from the fishies) two hand holds and two drink holders. Once I was in it, I felt very safe. So SNB towed me to the raft, which was next to a large yellow floatie that holds about eight people. I held onto the raft with one hand and chatted with people. I also worked my way over to the large float and chatted with people there. After a while I started to get a little dizzy. There were more waves at that point, thanks to the small power boats and jet ski riders and that wasn't helping. So I paddled myself back in.
I went out on the floatie four times over the course of the weekend. Each time I saw new people, I warned them that I was phobic, so please don't try and flip me. Everyone agreed I was being very brave. The last time I went out by myself, no SNB, and stayed out for a good while chatting and floating and paddling about. SNB saw me and waved from the shore. I did not see him, as I went out without my glasses and could only make out human shaped blobs in various colors. I was rather pleased when the fishies nibbled on my toes and heels. The fish are notorious for nibbling and males have it the worst, as nipples are tasty. There were several yelps and bouts of swearing when the guys were attacked.
The barge ride was worse. There was nothing at my back to keep me safe and I had no control over where the barge went. I sat very still. Watching the fireworks being shot off from opposite sides of the lake and exploding above our heads was nice. Having two drunk people stand up and start dancing was not nice. SNB and C both assured me the barge was very stable, I was not going to fall out and I would have to be pushed at least five feet straight back before I went in. I informed them their logic was no help whatsoever, but I appreciated the attempt.
More later, I have to go fetch kiddos.