One of the first things we did was let the kids go tubing. They had a really good time. Chase just wants to go faster and faster. It is a little to fast and bumpy for me. They really like it though. Saige had a couple wipe outs.
After that little thrill ride Marc stopped at the gas station/store thing in the middle of the lake. He and the kids got out and went in to ask the people about fishing. During this time I lied on the front of the boat. It was really sunny and beautiful out. I was completely happy there. I could have been there all day. Luckily the computers were down so it took a little extra time.
When they got back we took off again and went and parked the boat to fish. The kids and I climbed up high on the rocks. That was really fun too. Marc fished, caught one little one.
So, now the sky is getting dark in the background. It is time to head back.
On the way back Marc was having a little glass of Baileys. He was letting the kids take turns driving the boat. It was Saige's turn, she was standing and steering the boat and Marc was sitting right behind her on the top of the seat. We were behind another boat and he was trying to explain keeping between their wake. She veered off a bit and went directly into this huge wake. Marc went flying across the boat, the bailey's went flying. No one was steering the boat, it was on it's own. I was trying to get myself over to the wheel because I had not landed on the floor. Marc was yelling, "Everything is fine! It's fine." I had this huge flashback of being in like 9th grade and my friends father was burning leaves and he actually sent the back of their yard on fire. As we could here the fire trucks coming down the road he was still saying, "Everything's under control." Yeah right. Anyway, we obviously got it under control because here I am writing about it. I was laughing so hard though I had tears running down my face. That's us, the inmates running the asylum.