Afterglow 2015 - Day 7 Friday

 

 

It was a perfect night at Afterglow and Mother Nature couldn't have been more complimentary. We climbed up to the HD and became part of The Revolution for the last time this week. As the sun was setting, it was starting to set in that it would be a full calendar year before we would be back at this place. But we tried to erase that from our minds right now as we tried to live in the moment. Jenny and Mom were probably just sitting back and enjoying the evening. I can't tell you for sure. But these pictures tell me enough of the story for me to infer what was going through their minds on this day. I like to jump to comclusions.

 

Pictures like this make me sad that I can't spend all my remaining years on this planet in this place. But if I got to see this every day, would I appreciate it as much? There's no way to tell as it doesn't seem likely that I will take up residence at Afterglow Lake Resort.

 

 

 

 

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Winter strolled along the beach looking for the next item to steal and Yeti contemplated her life by looking longingly into a mirror or sorts. Life isn't all fun and games when you are a dog. There are some real life things to do that consume parts of your day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With our final day at Afterglow coming to a close, Kevin and I wanted to be the last people in the lake for our week. Mom and Jenny came by to watch us be idiots as the temperature seemingly dropped by the minute. But if we swam in April and October, swimming in July was no big deal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They installed this little game on one of the trees at the beach. It's a simple game really. Just a hook on the tree and a ring on a string. The whole point of this is to stand back, swing the ring on a string and then land it on the hook. It sounds really easy. But like most things, appearances can be deceiving. It is not easy. The kids somehow figured it out but I'll admit that this game defeated me. I eventually landed the ring on the hook, but it took me many more tries than I care to admit. I should have accidentally done it sooner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first jump of the year is invigorating. The last jump of the year is bittersweet. I did my best to enjoy the 15 foot drop and threw up the double thumbs at the camera, but inside I was sobbing quietly. Thankfully on the swim in, my tears blended in with the water so that you couldn't see. No one wants to see a grown man weep. But if you've been there, then you would understand why I cry.