My Pappa is a hard act to follow. Even with his 87th birthday coming up next week, he still attends dances three or more evenings per week. And he dances every single dance. He dances for hours. The man has a lot of energy. So, of course he was on board for a day at a gorgeous lake.
My uncle rented a double decker party barge with a waterslide for a long day of relaxation and laughs. You can probably guess that once we got out on the lake, my aunts and uncles were all cannon balls and crazy screams into the water. They went down the slide over and over and hooted and splashed all around like a big group of kids. Being around all of that crazy happiness was enough to make anyone have a great time. Katie, unimpressed by the warm, crystal clear lake water, dozed lazily on the lower shady deck while the adults took turns swimming.
I bet my Pappa was thinking about taking his family and their boat to Kentucky Lake when he was a young father. He taught my mom to ski when she was just five-years-old by standing her in the water and pulling her with a rope while he ran along the shore. He use to waterski behind the boat with two of his daughters standing on his shoulders. I think the trips to the lake really brought my mom's family together. I noticed there were lots of memories of Kentucky Lake shared at the reunion.
After a day of exhilerating fun in the water, we stopped by an ice-cream stand known for their towering soft serve cones. I ordered the medium which, no lie, was stacked about 12-inches off my cone. They also sell large and jumbo (about 18-inches of ice-cream I'm told), which I can't imagine since it took all of my concentration just to eat the medium before it melted in the sweltering summer heat of Indiana.
Have you ever had a day you wished would never end? That was how I felt on this day at Patoka Lake.
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