Going out with a bang
Things have been crazy around here. We were itching for an escape from all the stress and a chance to inhale some fresh air. We decided to do one last hurrah at the lake before putting the boat up for sale. What was supposed to be a relaxing camping trip turned into a broken down car and getting stranded on the lake when the boat ran out of gas. My brother is going to buy the Pilot and as we were headed up Jason was talking to him on the phone and telling him what a great car it's been. I kid you not, right as he hung up the engine light came on, it started losing power and would vibrate when idling. Irony can be a punch in the gut sometimes. We decided to carry on with our plans and deal with the car the next day. It's funny how our memory works, at the time I was so frustrated and stressed, but looking back I'm already beginning to forget how I felt and instead I'm remembering the fudge stripes smores, the lantern lit Uno game, the tin foil dinners, Ryder stripping off his pj's and throwing his diaper on my head while we're trying to sleep, a late night outhouse run with Kylie, throwing rocks, collecting clams, the boys having "man time" (as Jayden called it) alone on the lake, the water as smooth as glass in the morning, Jayden perfecting his jumps, everyone taking one last wakeboard run (I even broke my cardinal rule of not getting in the water until it's like bath temp) and watching Kylie and Jayden while they tried double wakeboarding for the first time. Hopefully the memory of that whopping auto shop bill and the sunburned shoulders from waiting on the lake for gas will soon fade all together.
sometimes it's just impossible to get a decent picture
This boy has grown up on the lake. It's crazy to think he was 3 weeks old the first time we took him out. He loves going out on the "boot". The other day when I was changing his diaper he randomly told me "daddy boot fun", glad to know thoughts of the lake occupy his mind on a regular basis. He has found his happy place with his bankie, tag, baba, a cool breeze and not a care in the world.
As we were headed back to the dock with the sun soaking in my skin and the wind in my hair, I layed my head back, closed my eyes and wanted to remember that moment forever. And then the boat completely died. And then we had to flag someone down who was so nice to tow us to the side and then take Jason back to the dock to get gas. Then I cursed irony for the second time as I spent the next half hour with four hot cranky kids. I guess it was very fitting that we got towed away on our last lake trip, considering the exact same thing happened on our very first lake trip when the boat died in the middle of the lake. Irony, I tell you, it's the red headed step child that nobody wants.
After spending the rest of the day figuring out the car situation and unpacking from the trip, I was so ready to escape with friends for a little weekend getaway in Scottsdale. We ate (notice that eating is the first thing on the list, there's a reason for that), talked, laughed, slept in, shopped and filled those 24hrs with some mighty fine memories. I don't know how I lucked out to have such amazing friends, I'm going to miss these girls. Like alot. While I was gone Jason listed the boat and it sold right away. It was sad to come home to an empty garage and Jason sort of treated it like a loss in the family. Ryder even cried as he saw it being towed away and keeps asking where the "boot" is. Our last weekend on the lake could have gone smoother, but I'll take it all, the good the bad and the ugly and chalk it all up to a memory made and one that we won't forget for years to come.