La Crosse Visit with Family

Once again, our juvenile sense of humor took control and was allowed to run rampant all over the top of Grandad Bluff. You see, the flag on the top of the bluff was erected on July 4 in 1984. He he, erected.

Tim left the group for a little bit and ended up hanging over the cliff. Mom totally freaked out (she's a little afraid of heights, plus she hates to see her kids in dangerous situations) but Tim and I knew everything was ok. We were exploring some of the lesser traveled pathways of the bluff, but finally returned to the family.

But there was a little problem. We were divided over how we should rule over our new land. Unable to come to a decision, we squared off using the binoculars as weapons. We haven't had a winner yet.

With Mom out of site, Tim and I were able to be ourselves without worrying about the consequences. That's good news for Tim and I, but bad news for Western civilization. Watch your structure of beliefs crumble when Tim and I rise to power! Bow before the might of June's Blanket!

Once you cross that blue bridge, there's no turning back. The other side is the forbidden fields of Minnesota, where our long-time rivals await for the day when they can finally cross over into our territory.

We stood as close to the edge as possible, hoping that the excitement of impending doom would positively affect the reaction on our faces. It didn't really work, we just look the same as we always do.

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