Yes, I am back, and yes, I've got a ton of blogging to do, and no, i do not have even one good excuse.
Even though it is now chilly outside and my backyard is full of leaves (a little strange, since I have no trees), in the world of blog it is in fact still August.
Toward the beginning of the month, Kevin went on a "high adventure" with good ole' Bishop B (our previous, amazingly fun and cool Bishop:) and a few boys from church. Papa Dueck even made it up for part of the time. They ventured out to Frying Pan Lake (amongst others) and had a great time getting swarmed by Mosquitos ... I mean fishing and bonding.
Truth be told, at the time I actually had almost no idea where they were. On his way out, Papa D left a message for good friend MG (who also happens to be a fire chief and trained emergency professional) to let him know where the group would be ... In the event that they didn't come back out of the woods within a few days (in which case I probably would have assumed they were building a log cabin and hunkering down for the winter). MG wrote the location on his hand, as he was outside at the time busy preparing clams or crabs or something fishy (I guess his teachers never told him that the ink would absorb into his bloodstream:). The thing, though, is that preparing, we'll say clams, requires a lot of hand washing, so by the time MG was ready to write the information down, it had vanished into the boiling pot (or more likely down the drain). Enter myself--very knowable, devoted, and attentive wife. MG calls to see if i can tell him where my husband has ventured off to.
My response: uhhhhhhh
Translation: come to think of it, I have absolutely no idea where he is. But factoring in his extremely high level of manliness, and considering that he has his rambo knife with him (I think) I have not a single worry about him getting out alive. Yep, pretty sure.
Anyway, it all worked out just fine, because they did in fact make it out alive; albeit, perhaps a little smelly and certainly covered in mosquito bites. And Sister B. Had the information all along (uh, huh, making me look bad) so no worries anyhow.
Okay, I'll try to stop rambling, and quickly move on to pictures.
Even though it is now chilly outside and my backyard is full of leaves (a little strange, since I have no trees), in the world of blog it is in fact still August.
Toward the beginning of the month, Kevin went on a "high adventure" with good ole' Bishop B (our previous, amazingly fun and cool Bishop:) and a few boys from church. Papa Dueck even made it up for part of the time. They ventured out to Frying Pan Lake (amongst others) and had a great time getting swarmed by Mosquitos ... I mean fishing and bonding.
Truth be told, at the time I actually had almost no idea where they were. On his way out, Papa D left a message for good friend MG (who also happens to be a fire chief and trained emergency professional) to let him know where the group would be ... In the event that they didn't come back out of the woods within a few days (in which case I probably would have assumed they were building a log cabin and hunkering down for the winter). MG wrote the location on his hand, as he was outside at the time busy preparing clams or crabs or something fishy (I guess his teachers never told him that the ink would absorb into his bloodstream:). The thing, though, is that preparing, we'll say clams, requires a lot of hand washing, so by the time MG was ready to write the information down, it had vanished into the boiling pot (or more likely down the drain). Enter myself--very knowable, devoted, and attentive wife. MG calls to see if i can tell him where my husband has ventured off to.
My response: uhhhhhhh
Translation: come to think of it, I have absolutely no idea where he is. But factoring in his extremely high level of manliness, and considering that he has his rambo knife with him (I think) I have not a single worry about him getting out alive. Yep, pretty sure.
Anyway, it all worked out just fine, because they did in fact make it out alive; albeit, perhaps a little smelly and certainly covered in mosquito bites. And Sister B. Had the information all along (uh, huh, making me look bad) so no worries anyhow.
Okay, I'll try to stop rambling, and quickly move on to pictures.
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