Today we went to the lake with Lofton's kickball team. Amanda {my dear sweet friend who I attached myself to at our very first teacher meeting six years ago} and Tucker {who is without a doubt one of the nicest people i've ever met in my whole life} hosted everyone at their lake house.
Coincidentally, their lake house isn't too far from ours so we stopped by and grabbed Reese's life jacket on our way this morning.
After a quick lunch we piled onto two boats and headed toward Chimney Rock. In all our lake adventures, I'd never been to Chimney Rock. Apparently it's the place to be on Lake Martin because there were approximately one million boats anchored.
We, too, anchored the boats and partook in some swimming/floating. The hours quickly passed and it was time to head back home. We needed some snacks and our skin was prune-like. Unfortunately, Tucker's boat wouldn't start. As in, it was d-e-a-d. Awesome. We had two engineers and Lofton, who is like almost MacGuyver, but no luck in fixing it.
Plan B was to have Tucker's cousin Jay tow us back to the house, four hundred and eighty two miles away. Okay, it wasn't quite that far, but it was a really long way. Amanda and I were a bit skeptical of the towing plan because we envisioned melting under the heat of the sun as the boat slowly floated. Luckily, it wasn't exactly like that and we had a good, albeit slow pace. Tucker estimated it would take two or so hours to get back to the house.
Did I mention we were hungry? Or that Reese hadn't napped and his mood was quickly turning three year old psycho?
Awesome.
While slowly chugging along, Amanda heard a rumble of thunder. Literally, by the minute, the sky was getting darker and darker. Before we knew it there was not only thunder, but lightening. Fabulous. Amanda and I gave the boys our "you two better get us off this boat pronto look." Taking one for the team, Tucker and Lofton decided to stay with the dead boat and let the women and children get on Jay's boat to be taken home. I was a wee bit apprehensive to leave my husband stranded in the middle of Lake Martin, but also really nervous about getting stuck in the middle of a storm with no shelter and Reese.
We loaded onto Jay's boat, released the rope that was holding us together, and took off. Jay flew across the water and got us home just in time. Then he turned around, in the pouring rain, and went back to save the boys. Jay rocks.
Long story short, the boys got eventually back and we're now home. Snug as a bug, in dry clothes, and thankful to be alive.
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