Shelbie sitting by the fire, which we almost didn't have.
Who goes camping and has to buy the fire wood at the local gas station?
My little speed demon, she's yelling go faster as I am
closing my eyes and holding on for dear life.
It's too bad you can't see me being pulled behind the tube,
again holding on for dear life - mooning the lake.
Who would've thought that being towed in the water would cause bathing suit bottoms to slide off? 
It took me 15 minutes to get my feet in the x-large bindings.
Apparently they need to make a line of bindings for the sasquatches of the world.
I was just about exhausted after getting my feet in the bindings but I still managed to get up and ride.
What a feeling...
And then... the fun stopped.
Hey look, it's a man powered boat.
The boat didn't even make it a weekend
before it was sent back to the shop.
Poor Granty...
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