When was the last time you were on a swing--like a real swing at the amusement park where you're way up in the air, swinging out over a lake? As lame as it sounds, there's something about it that's incredibly gratifying. Maybe it's the freedom you feel. Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe it's being a little dizzy for a while. Maybe it's just a change of scenery.
We are taking a break from the 'dream' this weekend. Jill, Patrick and I are in Salt Lake at Lagoon. There's no shooting, fishing, hiking, or really; anything related to 'The Montana Dream' except just playing around for a little while and as much as I can't wait to get back out in the mountains chasing mule deer around with my dad's. 30-.06, this is a nice change of pace.
We've rode almost every roller-coaster; been upside-down, twisted around and jostled until one of us almost puked. Patrick grew some major cahuna's this weekend taking on ALL of the haunted houses at Lagoon--even the 5X ones where "Absolutely No Child Can Stand!" In fact, he did the "Zombie Lock Down" three times. (Thank god for the speed pass.)
One more very special day for Jill then we're back to ducks, deer, and bows. Tonight is the Tool concert. Remember that saying, "If it's too loud you're too old?" Tonight will be a big test.
Keep 'em where they live...
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