With a dog on a leash and a skip in our step we arrived at the river side. The water was good to us and looking up the sky, it was too. It was an afternoon of rope swings and a stinky dog. Then a throw out of a shoulder resulting in a lack of jumping. Jack was the name of the dog, and Laney was of the best friend.
Dangerously holding the camera over our heads we waded in the knee deep water sometimes sinking into the sand we blatantly called quicksand.
With a dead battery in the car, we waited to be rescued. Luckily it was short. Then we celebrated the day with snowballs from the best place in town.
Days like this is what summer is meant for. And with the best time of the year for students coming to an end. It was nice to get a final one in.
P.S. thanks for doing your chores so you could come over.
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