Some more recently discovered pictures, these from the Kjel.org trip to Banks Lank in Eastern Washington this last August. It was long drive, but a good time once we got there. The Jr. VP was in heaven, as he got to play and play with crazy cousin Chuckles. There was a putt-putt golf course just below the house that we rented. Here’s a view from our deck of the two lads hitting the links:
We rented a ski boat for a few days, and explored the lake and played around. The Jr. VP was a ruthless captain when Chuckles was on the inner tube behind him.
Um, Daddy? A little help? Someone thought is would be a great idea to scale a dirt cliff on the beach where we were playing. Didn’t think much about how you were gonna get down, eh Stinkboy?
Speaking of not thinking about consequences: there are some drawbacks to the fact that the Jr. VP is fearless (robots, falling, mean dogs, and flying screech monkeys notwithstanding) such as the fact that he will charge into any body of water and not stop until he reaches a depth of five feet or so. The lad is substantially shorter than 5′0″. I don’t even think he knows that he doesn’t know how to swim. I’d prefer that he doesn’t learn that fact on my watch. When we were wading in Banks Lake I was just glad that I could keep him corralled in the shallows; otherwise I might have had to put down my beer. Or, more likely, rescue the lad one-handed.
