Canoe bumper boats with a large group = organized chaos. As Johnathan stands up in the canoe a bit behind us, heading at the innocent, a mother and her son pass us. The mother says to her son, ” watch out for these retards”. I can’t stop laughing from her concerned comment. We reach the springs and it’s way cold.
When we reach the rope swing, faithful leader, Jeff goes for some wide swings. On one he starts to swing back around and it looks like he’s going to kick off the tree, at the last moment he spins 180 and his bare back slams against the sharp bark of the tree. I must have forgotten I was wearing my prescription sunglasses as I never saw them again after my swings. But it didn’t even bum me out considering the great day overall.