My 4th of July...

The original plan was to play some Frisbee Golf at Peaks View Park, but Play-It-Again sports closed and each Frisbee was $10 and 7 were needed. I couldn't spot $$$ for that so when I got home from a long, strenuous day at the office, the plans were still not made. I get tried—sometimes—of being the program director for misfit college students stranded in a small country town in the summer. =)

Finally, after 1 HOUR of waiting, roommate Becky is close enough to being ready so she slams her wet hair into a ponytail holder, and everyone hurries out the cars.
Into the cars we go,
down the road fo sho,
to play Putt-Putt we might,
if it’s not too late at night.

Ok…so it wasn’t too late and we played…lets just say it was a very Happy Gilmore kinda night.

After Putt-Putt Becky and I proceeded to gorge ourselves silly on a meticulously blueprinted, diagramed, label and mapped out banana split transcribed via pen and napkin that was constructed by 2 patient and accommodating Mountain Frost Creamery scoopers. Everyone else just had ice cream. Once our brain-freezes had subsided and all hands were clean we piled back into the cars and headed up the mountain to Eagle Eyre.

From the rocky roof of the aged cafeteria, Leonard, Steve, Keith and I could view 6 firework displays going on simultaneously over the Greater Lynchburg area, while Austin Lee, Billy and Becky view one, very small and distant show from the parking lot below. Tragically inspired by the firework displays I rocket-launched myself off of the rocky roof and bolted to the swing set followed by 6 overly eager young adults.

Once we realized how much fun it was to revisit those sweet childhood memories we all became unstoppably giddy to the point of nearly vomiting rainbow sprinkles and maraschino cherries. Even though none of us threw-up...it definitely wore us out, causing our swinging to come to an embarrassing height that could have been easily topped by a 5 year old. Although the heights achieved by most of the group at this time were still topping Keith’s inability to swing at all (poor giant all 6 foot 7 inches of him).

Keith, the kindhearted giant, found his match in a slide that was OBVIOUSLY built for him. A slide that would, no doubt, fill the reports of many OSHCA field agents (it might even have lead paint on it!). Blue jeans against aluminum were not giving Keith the slide speed desired to mimic the Jamaica Bobsled team, so something else had to be done. Determined, he grabbed the wool blanket Steve had pulled from his trunk and wrapped it around his bottom half (several times), and found the speed he was looking for. Inspired, Steve strapped his headlamp to his forehead, caped the wool blanket around his neck and began his accent to the top of the slide. Enter New Sport: Wooluminum Sliding!!!

(Due to the fact that many mothers may read this, I will not go into detail about the additional creative things young adults influenced by large amounts of sugar can do with a wool blanket on a 60 degree angled 20 foot long slide.)

After we were done exploring the forbidden camp grounds we decided to head back to my house for a nightcap.....of Icy Pops!

What you have experienced is the tale of 7 “legal” adults enjoying the celebration of the 4th of July without the consumption of alcohol.