Or not so wise.
You can all thank me later.
So lets say you decided to take a little vacation to Maine.
Lots of people do. People in general (except me) love lobster. I can't stand it! The fact that they are alive when you put them in the pot makes me want to throw up. I have no high moral ground of eating no chicken and wearing no leather and not looking a rottweiler in the eye at dusk on Tuesdays but live lobsters being killed for the feast grosses me out. Whatever.
That being said, it is Chase's favorite dinner. My ten year old is a very expensive date. I haven't told him that Maine is famous for lobsters yet. I'm going to wait til we get home and people ask him if he ate a lot of lobster. He will question me why we didn't and I will say, "Oh, I forgot."
just like he did when I asked him where the old sneakers I asked him to pack were.
Where was I? Oh yes, about to give out valuable advice.
So you go here:
This is Schoodic. It's a rock pennisula in Maine. It's super cool. You can walk on the rocks, or just hang out.
Perhaps you just want to take in the views
Here's the advice part:
Don't go out on the ledge. You get yelled at by the ranger person and possibly killed by a rogue wave. Now I don't want anyone killed but I do love the words, "rogue wave," it makes me sound so smart, like I know what I'm talking about. I really don't. Don't believe anything I say. Except you. You believe me right?
Anyway, apparently once a year people get killed at this very spot. I think I should tag this as, "feel good story," I don't really know how to do that but when I do I will come back to this.
Back on track!
We went there and Kirsten kept saying, "Look at those idiots! Who would go out there? People are so stupid! Don't they know a wave could come up out of no where and wash them away? No one survives! Those morons try to swim in and get pounded by the rocks. Every year! Another one down."
I swear this is true.
My eleven year old leans over to me and says, "Mom, if it wasn't for her, we'd be out there taking pictures, right?"
"You betcha baby. We'd be out at sea being thrashed against rocks as we speak!"
Luckily Twist was there. The funny thing is that when we got home she tried to get me to do a handstand with no hands on the ground. For realz. She billed it as, "great fun," which honestly it was but still. She's an enigma. Right? Right?