Skinny Dip

Our vacation followed a pretty delightful schedule last week.  We’d all wake up, have a big breakfast and then drive to a nearby Wisconsin attraction while listening to hits of the 80’s.

Then about 20 minutes into the Wisconsin attraction, Luca would have an epic temper tantrum and we’d have to go home.  At which point we’d put him down for a nap and wait for the evening to start.

During this break in the action, Eli was unable to spend time with his betrothed (the computer) because it fortunately broke down.  So he was forced to actually hang out with me. 

We spent a lot of time playing our version of the game “Risk,” which involved meticulously setting up game pieces on the giant wooden table in our cabin until Eli got bored and knocked them all off with a sweep of his arm.

After one such smash, I got an idea.

“Hey.  Want to go skinny dipping?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s when you take off all your clothes and swim in the pond naked.”

“Okay!”

See, in the backyard of our cabin, the owner had installed a “filtered pond.”  It was basically a giant hole in the ground filled with stones.  Aside from a couple floating green things and about a million tadpoles, the pond was pretty clean.  You could see to the bottom and everything.

The cabin and pond was pretty secluded, so I thought it would be fun to jump in there nude.  After asking Diana if tadpoles ever swim in people’s butts and applying lots and lots of sunscreen on our genitals, Eli and I hopped in.

Almost immediately after jumping in the pond, I noticed our secluded cabin had a clear visual path to the house next door.  I assumed the occupants weren’t home and weren’t in possession of high powered binoculars.

Grover joined us and we spent a great hour throwing the ball, skipping stones and making sure tadpoles didn’t get behind us.

It was perfect.

p.s.  I opted to show a photo of us playing “Risk.”  You’re welcome.