Once a year Washingtonians put their pasty white bodies in swimsuits and converge on a beautiful lake close to Seattle. There’s pirates, parades, hydroplane races and a whole lake full of scantily clad drunk boaters. Some go for the one reason or another. We go for the Angels.
Prince Erik pulled his Pride and Joy out of mothballs and took the kids out for a day of fun. It’s the first family trip we’ve taken the great white gas sucker on in over a year. Stupid economic reasons won’t let us go more often. But for one day we relaxed and had some fun and tried not to think about all the other worries we seem to be focused on. It was heaven in so many ways because Prince Erik got to spend some good old QUALITY time with the kids after being out of town for over a week. The icing on the cake was watching all the jet screaming, fly-by maneuvers of the Navy’s Blue Angels from the best seat in the house. The Lake! Boaters have the best view of the show.
Ahhrrrr! Screaming Jet Engines are the perfect rejuvenation needed to slap a silly smile on my Princes Face.
And when the shows over it’s easy just to toss the kids overboard (in a less drunk populated part of the lake) and watch them swim. I think Hope’s part fish.
My kids love being thrown overboard. ‘Do it again Daddy, PLLLeeeaaasssseee!’
And when they get tired of swimming put them on the end of a rope and drag them around.
They’ll smile soooo big, that they’ll be in danger of sucking down a few bugs while zipping along. Ah, the good life. Abner can’t resist trying to get some rays as well. Nothing like a fresh coat of pinkish-red skin to cover up the normal northwest pale skin tone.
The crowning glory happens when Mother Nature decided to put on her own show. I never cease to get a thrill from seeing a majestic Bald Eagle in free flight.
To be honest I’d never seen one that wasn’t in captivity until we moved to the Northwest. And even though I see them quite regularly, they still fill me with awe! Love care-free days like this. I definitely need more of them.