Hi zigged.  He zagged.  He went full throttle.

We held on for dear life.  I screamed.

It was Uncle G’s birthday and he decided to take us tubing.

The boys went out first.

They had a blast.

The girls were up next.

That’s us looking all confident as we got started.  I think Uncle G was trying to flip us.  It didn’t take long before the girls were screaming so loudly, we could be heard all the way back at G’s house.  (His parents were there to tell us.)

The laughter started before DA even got a turn.  My Moto Moto is so barrel-chested he wasn’t even close to getting his life jacket on properly.

Didn’t stop DA from bouncing around like a feather weight when he hit the wake.

The night was beautiful so we stayed out and tubed while the sun set.

We would have went swimming too except us gals were grossed out by the millions (literally!) of mayflies coming up out of the lake.  It was a feast for birds, fish and bats but not so atmospheric for us.  We ended the night by eating dinner at almost 10 p.m., recounting tubing tales and admiring D’s windswept look.  O.K.  It was only me that admired D’s windswept look.

Wish my hair looked that great after being whipped around a lake at insane speeds.