Okay, I'm getting a lot of hassle for riding a raft down a river for a few days.
Yes, it's true I found out a life jacket does save lives.
But the weather was warm and the scenery was beautiful.
And except for a few long seconds of sheer terror...
and some wild rides through rapids...
and some getting up close and personal real fast with some boulders...
The river trips were fun.
THIS is insane and painful.
The kind of pain like when you accidentally stand up and hit your head
on an open cupboard. Or slam your hand in a car door.
Right up there with giving birth...that kind of pain.
I went ice fishing with DH and friends. I hated it the first time.
But to make sure it wasn't just a bad day, I went again.
My feet and hands have never been so cold.
You may be able to tell by the above photo taken by my sweet husband
that the ice was very NOT thick when they made their traditional
After Thanksgiving Day Dufus Trip to Catch Fish Through the Ice.
Two inches thick. They tip-toed across the lake
until they were over water that was about nine feet deep.
This is our son Bobert pretty much frozen in place.
Although he did catch the first fish.
Son in law Brian was a little smarter. He stayed near the shore.
Beavis is hanging on to a bucket in case everything caves in on him.
I didn't know until I saw these photos that my baby went without
his snowmobile suit. He was so spooked about falling through
that he confessed to having nightmares about it.
They brought home enough fish for a big fry. Great flavor those fish.
But you may be able to see in this picture how the fish are still
frozen solid even after traveling over an hour in the truck back to our house.
I'm not sure what drives the guys to go to this extreme, but they
do it often every year. They're going again tomorrow!
That is just WRONG.