It was so much fun it was practically an out-of-body experience. Especially for Tate. Wyatt's a bit more cautious, but Tate - who was tiny - was standing up in the innertube, jumping up and down, trying to make it bounce. (While I tried to forget that up at that end of the lake it's like a fjord - over 300 feet deep.) And Gunnar was really little - afraid to go by himself so Kerry and I would take turns riding with him.
Well, we've come a long way.
Gunnar and Grampa Grasshopper
Wringing every ounce of fun out of summer we can.