Zak challenging Brian to a dual with a "sea turd" en shell, otherwise known as a Sea Cucumber. We learned from my "all-knowing" brother-in-law Jacob that those little brown blobs randomly scattered on the beach are washed up sea cucumbers. Fortunately for us, I think they were too far gone on their "long walk", not to initiate their defense mechanism of puking up & spitting it's insides all over us. That would have been too much for those boys to handle!
Brian playing with a dried up baby horseshoe crab skeleton. He was cringing when thinking about stepping on one of these in the ocean, as the spikes on their heads are incredibly sharp.
Breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Powell, this however is not Mr. Powell, but rather our beloved Zak nicely posing with Mrs. Sarah Powell.
Trouble, Trouble, Trouble, did I say Trouble yet? This on the left is Mr. Zachary Curtis, best friend to Jonathon, and on the right is Mr. Zak Slutzky, one of Sarah's closest friends. These two fellas have an insanely amount of characteristics, qualities, activities, habits, and mischievous thoughts in common. Good thing we love them both! I think they've started a new sport, Golf cart bumper carts. Fortunately no one was seriously injured, and the carts only suffered a few minor losses of hub cabs, small shards of burnt rubber, and perhaps a slightly cracked bumper or two, besides this no one would ever know.
A small reunion of WSMRT (Western State Mountain Rescue Team) members welcoming Jonathon to the pose!
A little Bocce Ball anyone? "Nothing beats a sport like throwing bigger rocks at smaller rocks," exclaims Zak.
Zak... well he's showing his creative accessorizing skills, maybe he'll start a new trend. Maybe not. Maybe he's just got bar-b-q on the brain, or maybe he's feeling cupidized from all the LOVE floating around the air from the wedding full weekend. Not sure, but I think it's just Zak.
We moved on to play Croquet on the lawn, where thankfully for the many years of playing at Granny's house in Elsah, I kicked their booties! If only Brian had come over more often as a child for croquet lessons, he would have proven to be a better competitor. Christa, trying to wack the flying dragonflies with her croquet mallet, later told us some interesting stories of her own about duck surveying. For those of you who don't know Christa is studying Veterinary Medicine at a University in Minnesota. On one evening while taking a break from her 31 credit hour hours of homework (crazy lady) she decided to participate in collecting ducks from a nearby body of water for research purposes. This involved her strapping on a helmet equipped with spotlight attached, generator cord running down her side into the boat, a basket strapped around her back, and a net in one hand to capture the ducks with. This all done while hanging out off the bow over the water at night. Sounds adventurous someone should film that sometime.
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