Visiting home just isn't the same without a trip to the cabin in Homer. We skip rocks on the beach, go to our 5th favorite pizza restaurant, hike, camp, fish, and brew some kettle booty (aka 3 day camping B.O.) that's what Johnny likes to call it!
So here we are on the Homer Spit skipping rocks into the Kachemak Bay. Johnny and I tie EVERY time for the most skips per throw. Though I usually pull ahead at first . . .
Jack was so excited to throw rocks indiscriminately without censure; I'm sure he thinks we'll never be able to re-create this heighten level of experience again.
Johnny, throwing a winning throw - trying to match my last 7-skip throw. The Homer spit is the best place to skip rocks; smooth, perfect skipping rocks for as far as you can see. You just pick one up and give it your all. If you are not doing so hot, it's usually your technique not the rocks OR bad tide - the waves can be pretty intense.
So I'm not entirely sure how I feel about posting this peeing picture of Gunner on my blog . . . except that I love it! Come on it's such a typical Dad and son action shot - look at the arch on that urine! Gunner definitely has the prostate of a 3 yr old! And let me assure you that Gunner thoroughly relished discovering the joy of relieving himself in the wilderness. If you can't get over it, chalk it up to my zeal for irreverent humor. I'll probably take this down in a few days, after the guilt gets a chance to really work on my conscience . . .
1 comment:
what a fun post. love the peeing shot.
thanks so much for teaching me this morning. I learned A LOT! probably more than you think.
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