It's always a good day when you get to enjoy the beautiful clear blue waters of Lake Tahoe. The lake was lower this year than I've ever seen it, but we still had a great day. We spent hours there and still had to drag Bennett out of the water.
We brought rafts and our inflatable surfboards (courtesy of CMT) and a picnic lunch. The surfboards were a huge hit. There were only two, so the kids had to take turns, and I had to smile when I heard Hayden trying to convince Kyrie to give him a turn. He said, "Come on, Kyrie, you live by an ocean--you can play in the water whenever you want to. But I don't have ANY water in my state. So I hardly ever get to play in the water." When all else fails--play the "I live in a desert" card.
One of my favorite memories of this day was the epic water fight in which a raft may or may not have been sacrificed.
Reed, Nathan, and Dallin had been asking for it all day, so Jen and I decided to take them on. We were clearly outnumbered, and let's be honest, as strong as I am, we were also out-muscled. But we went after them anyway.
They were hiding in the rocks, likes cowards, waiting for us to launch our assault. We attacked from the water with buckets and raft paddles but they had the high ground. So we thought we should try to find their raft and steal it, but it was secreted too well, and an attempt to find it was unsuccessful. That could have been because our vision was severely impaired as a result of Reed's constant onslaught of water in our faces with his raft paddle. While we were on the rocks, and our raft left empty, Nathan snuck around the back and jumped into our raft in an attempt to commandeer the vessel.
Alas his endeavor at thievery was foiled because I heroically leapt off the rock into the raft and pushed him out. Then in an act of sheer bravery, Jen jumped even further to the safety of our raft, which in a few seconds, we realized was loosing air. They gave us a 20 second headstart to get back to the beach, but it was two moms in a sinking raft against 3 pretty muscly boys in a better raft and the sleek inflatable surfboards. What chance did we really have? It was hopeless. But we paddled and kicked as fast as we could, and didn't get away in time. Luckily they took pity on us because of our increasingly limp sea vessel and ceased their hostilities.
But then they had the nerve to blame me for the broken raft! I think we can all agree that in actuality, it was Nathan's fault. If he hadn't been trying to sneak off with our boat, I wouldn't have been forced to jump into it from such a lengthy distance and the vessel would never have been breached. Right???
