Yesterday was my godson’s twelfth birthday and he invited a few friends to go to the really cool water slide outside Roaring River State Park. We all met at his house where his mom had prepared rice and beans, and yes, I got her famous salsa I was hoping for. After everyone had enjoyed a delicious meal, we piled into Robin and Gayla’s cars and headed up through the Ozarks to the water slide. The drive was beautiful and I spied a place that I think will be great for my sculling practice. The water slide is a small family run business that charges by the hour. It is nestled into the hillside and swoops and turns until it takes you up up up and then spits you into a pool. It is amazing to notice that the depth of the pool is just right and noone ever seems to land on the person in front of them. The kids just throw themselves down the slide and ride it in any configuration of jumbled bodies that they happen to create as they fall, knowing that they will let the slide twist them around and rearrange them over and over until they spill out into the pool. The walk up the hill is steep and hard, but once you get the momentum built up by fully participating in the play, it is a piece of cake. Speaking of cake…
We drove back to our house and the kids played with punch balloons and water balloons and we all dove into the water slide cake. Here is our little party, well, minus one, I took the picture.
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