After tearing down camp and sweating worse than a fox in a forest fire, I hit the showers and we head on down the road to the Laskey family reunion. Tons of food, wiffleball, a cribbage tournament, corn hole and more food. A good time was had by all, as usual. We spent the better part of the day visiting with everyone, both younger and older than us. Kerrigan made herself some new friends and had a hell of a time selling rocks (gotta love the business sense the kid has).
As it gets closer to leaving time, I ask Kerrigan if she would rather attempt some kayaking or go to the ropes course we saw on our way up, Monkey C Monkey Do, in Wiscasset. Duh, ropes course, obviously! Well, guess what, it closed 15 minutes before we got there. UGH! No big deal, right? Kerrigan has an absolute breakdown! She is mad because, and I quote, we didn't do anything fun to end out weekend, and we always do. Do you think she is a little spoiled? NO! One of the employees is nice enough to walk us around and show us the place. It looks pretty darn cool, complete with a zip cord, sweet! Monkey finally calms down and the world is OK again. We convince her that going to The Cabin for pizza in Bath is a good runner up plan, and we all come out of this unscathed.
Pizza and beer never tasted so good, god I love that place. My parents end up meeting us there, and we decide to go check out the fireworks in Bath. We found a great spot, and enjoyed the light and sound show in the night sky. What a great weekend. I love it when I'm absolutely exhausted following a weekend and then have to head into work the next morning. I'm just saying...
About Me
- Mark
- I've always wondered if people actually read this stuff. I never do when I'm on other pages. Well, in case, for some strange reason, you find it necessary, I'll give you a little knowledge. I was born in The County. For those of you who don't konw better, that would be Aroostook County. For those of you who do, your jokes won't work on me, they are lame. I'm the son of an investment banker that squandered his every penny on tuna fish sandwiches in the late 80's, and my mother was the lead singer for the Bangles. Neither of those is true, but again, I'm convinced nobody is reading this anyways. I met my wife at a carnival, and we were married by the bearded lady in front of the entire clown brigade. I have a daughter who is training for the 2012 Olympics where she will compete in the Triple Jump and Javelin. We live in a nice little shanty in the woods and are hoping to one day have running water. Any questions?
