I Finally Got My Beach Day!
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It's June 28th, and the weather has been crappy pretty much every weekend so far this summer. But we've been banking on this one since we heard the weather report on Monday. Today was beach day. And holy. Was it ever! Cowgirl's husband has lots of awesome friends. One of whom happens to own this. I think besides the pristine waters of the BWCA, this was hands down the most incredible water I've ever spent time on.
It's an old quarry. I chose not to think about the fact that these things are as deep as a football field is long. That's a little creepy. However, you could see down about 12 feet, watch your feet kick and the fish skitter away. That was worth ignoring the sinking depth that could suck me down and drown me. Can you tell it still freaks me out? I didn't go off the ledge without a floatie. No way.
The building on the left is the "hunting shack." Shack, alright. Cowgirl calls the next building over the "Bates Motel." The rooms are about as big as my current bedroom and bathroom in Tiny Apartment. I would be very at home there.
Munchkin Number 1 is usually my charge when we're all together. I love her so very much. Please ignore the boob. I just love the look on her face. Serene.
And yes, I am posting a full body shot of me in my bikini on my blog. Good Lord. But you just have to know that I did indeed, fly off that rope swing, screaming all the way. It was exhilarating. And I lost both pieces of my suit to my ankles. Glorious, really.
That's the splash I made.
Miss M and PR (Public Relations. She's always promoting her cause) did some fishing. I am the favorite of Munchkin Number 1. Miss M is PR's favorite. It all works out. TA (Teenage Angst) tends to go between all of us, complaining as much as possible, but we love her anyway. And her body image is such that if I were to post a picture of her on my blog, she'd find a way to hurt me. So, just know there's a teenager in the mix that we all pinch hit for.
Munchkin Number 1 caught her first fish of the day with Cowgirl. She was crowing. I've heard that word used before, but never had occasion to use it in a sentence until this moment.
I can't believe how lucky I am to have such generous and wonderful people in my life. I didn't want to LEAVE, I was so relaxed. Not a cloud in the sky; a gentle breeze and wonderful friends. Hotdogs, ribs, sweetcorn and laughter for dinner? It was a day I want to remember.
It's an old quarry. I chose not to think about the fact that these things are as deep as a football field is long. That's a little creepy. However, you could see down about 12 feet, watch your feet kick and the fish skitter away. That was worth ignoring the sinking depth that could suck me down and drown me. Can you tell it still freaks me out? I didn't go off the ledge without a floatie. No way.
The building on the left is the "hunting shack." Shack, alright. Cowgirl calls the next building over the "Bates Motel." The rooms are about as big as my current bedroom and bathroom in Tiny Apartment. I would be very at home there.Munchkin Number 1 is usually my charge when we're all together. I love her so very much. Please ignore the boob. I just love the look on her face. Serene.
And yes, I am posting a full body shot of me in my bikini on my blog. Good Lord. But you just have to know that I did indeed, fly off that rope swing, screaming all the way. It was exhilarating. And I lost both pieces of my suit to my ankles. Glorious, really.That's the splash I made.
Miss M and PR (Public Relations. She's always promoting her cause) did some fishing. I am the favorite of Munchkin Number 1. Miss M is PR's favorite. It all works out. TA (Teenage Angst) tends to go between all of us, complaining as much as possible, but we love her anyway. And her body image is such that if I were to post a picture of her on my blog, she'd find a way to hurt me. So, just know there's a teenager in the mix that we all pinch hit for.
Munchkin Number 1 caught her first fish of the day with Cowgirl. She was crowing. I've heard that word used before, but never had occasion to use it in a sentence until this moment.
I can't believe how lucky I am to have such generous and wonderful people in my life. I didn't want to LEAVE, I was so relaxed. Not a cloud in the sky; a gentle breeze and wonderful friends. Hotdogs, ribs, sweetcorn and laughter for dinner? It was a day I want to remember. 
16 comments:
I love this post! The pics are beautiful and completely filled with sunshine and happiness.
You have a wonderful smile :)
It's hard to ignore the boob!
Looks awesome, and as Captain Crab observed, uh....boob?
Looks like a wonderful boob, oops, I mean day....
No offense, but, that's a beach? It does look lovely though.
And, where's the kid in that picture? I thought you said there was a 'munchkin' with you.
That looks like fun! I miss quarries.
It looks like a wonderful place and that you had a really good time. Places like that are very peaceful and can be rejuivinating.
Also..."ignore the boob" requests are just silly...it would be easier to just say ignore the fact that you need oxygen.
If I had a photo with half my wanker out (not that there is enough to call any part of it "half")...would "ignore my johnson" really suffice?
That looks so awesome. I can't even remember the last day I made time for the beach... And I've definitely never been to a quarry.
Looks like you had a great time. Simple times like those are the best.
Happy you had a happy time. It looks gorgeous out there!
That depth would have scared me senseless! Floaties? I would've been wearing them even while yards and yards away from the water.
Oh my god, that's so beautiful! What a perfect weekend!
What a gorgeous day spent with wonderful friends and little people. Can't beat that!
"Please ignore the boob."
NEVER!!!
Absolutely amazing! I want to jump into the pictures on my computer screen. I don't think you could order a more perfect day.
SIGH, I NEED A BEACH DAY! SO BEAUTIFUL!
What a beautiful day! The rope swing over the lake looks like so much fun.
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