Another exciting weekend has passed.  Heather cancelled the Beach Bash, but that
didn’t stop me from going to Yankton.  6
of us went up there to camp.  Tara and I
headed up Thursday, and her dad took the two of us out on the boat that
evening.  I was so close to getting up on
one ski.  Hopefully I can get another
chance before the end of the summer.  On
Friday, Tara had a doctor’s appointment, so I
went and played Frisbee golf with her brother and sister and sister’s bf.  I won of course.  Then Friday afternoon, the rest of the gang
showed up and we floated down the river. 
The journey turned out to be more exciting than we expected.  Starting with Bridget almost getting taken
out by a fallen tree in the middle of the river and ending with Kevin stepping
on either a sharp rock or broken glass as he was trying to get out of the water
at the end.  He gashed his foot pretty
bad, and we had to take him to the ER for stitches.  Saturday was more skiing (or attempted skiing
for that matter).  It was everyone else’s
first time.  Saturday night we tried to
go skinny dipping, but were stopped by the park ranger before we even got to
the water.  It was probably a combination
of the towels we were carrying and Laura running squealing (I don’t want to get
in trouble) that tipped him off that we were up to mischief.  Oh well, another time.