Swingers

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After work today, Brock and I headed a half-hour south to Mona, where there's a sickety sick rope swing!

We got off to a shaky start, as Brock did the wimpiest Tarzan call of all time.

It kind of sounded like a dying tropical bird.




He overcame this embarrassment, however.



It being my first time a-rope swingin', I started out on the baby ledge. Don't worry, I was 42 inches tall so they let me ride it without my mommy and daddy.




Because we were all alone at Burraston Ponds, Brock decided to do a legit Tarzan swing. Disney Tarzan wears a loincloth, but do you think a legit Tarzan would have even bothered? As if gorillas have any sense of propriety.

We did encounter one problem afterward, however.




Finally, I mustered up the courage to get on the Big Girl Ledge. I was a-feared.




You know how at cliff jumps/rope swings/other activities requiring actual and/or a semblance testicles there's always that ditzy annoying girl who dithers on the ledge while everyone else below thinks "Come on!!!"?

I was her for a couple minutes. But I got over it.




All in all, not a bad way to spend a Thursday evening :)



2 COMMENTS:

  1. Nice nipple picture there Brocky :)

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  2. I love Mona! We used to go all the time when we were dating and bring an air mattress and just float all day haha. And even though I made fun of the girl on amazing race for not being able to go down that slide at atlantis resort, I too am that girl sometimes where people have to say COME ON.

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