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Another Trip to “The Lake”
August 14, 2006
My vacation home to Cali would not be complete without a trip to Havasu aka “the lake.” I successfully convinced everyone that working on Fridays is so overrated, and we took off Thursday night. Cousin Carly was nice enough to drive.
I fed her worms to keep her happy.
Thursday night I stayed with my cousins on “the other side of the lake” aka “the injun reserve” (the land is on an indian reservation!!). Anyway, when I woke up I saw Crazy Aunt Sue already had her “party glasses” on.
At this very early hour one of Aunt Sue’s daughters --(whose identity has been disguised to protect her career in ministry!) was busy preparing “Ice Picks.” Who busts out vodka first thing in the morning? Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far Aunt Sue-- we all know where she learned that. Now, there’s a couple things you should know about the injun reserve...
First, no one really drives cars, everyone rides around in golf carts (but there’s no golf course!). The parking spots are even specially sized for the carts, and on the fourth of July-- they have a golf cart parade up and down all the streets.
Two, there’s all kinds of interesting and ambigous signage.
Speaking of signage, for some reason my family enjoys putting their name on pretty much...any surface they can find. I found this truck in the garage (it’s a mini by the way!). This is just one of too many examples. I’ve seen it on Jet Skis, attempted on a license plate (thank you God that didn’t work out!!)-- then there’s Bedard Machine, Bedard Automotive, and Bedard Construction (are there more?).
Anyway, after we made the ice picks and parked the golf cart, we got in the boat and headed straight for the bridge.
Cousin Brett (the Pilot!) came out in the boat for a bit, but then took off in his pimp ride (an airplane!) and did a “fly-by” over the bridge as he headed back to cali. He tipped his wing for us- we felt special.
We pretty much stayed in the boat all day, drinking ice picks…
...and making pirate faces.
That night, as usual, Uncle D busted out with an enormous amount of meat.
And then we watched a pretty incredible lightening storm.
Next day we headed out to the sand bar, which was filled with slutty girls in pasties and beer-bonging frat boys (sorry, I don’t have pics). I swear these kids never used to be here-- but one year MTV did spring break in Havasu---and all of a sudden they were everywhere. We eventually left the sand bar and decided to go tubing.
But we had to delay that since the jet ski broke. Most of the time, jet skis break because crap gets stuck up in the blower. We just took the only kid with us and made him shove his little hands way up in there-- and pull out all the junk. Thanks little buddy!
Then we were back on our way.
Before we even started to tube- Carly passed out. (Too many ice picks?) It’s really too bad she feel asleep, because she missed Uncle D’s crazy crazy rendition of “ridin dirty.”
Uncle D- please don’t ride dirty when we’re trying to tube.
It’s scary enough already.
Thanks for holding the flag Kristin! Kristin is my pal from UCSB-- she’s a havasu regular.
That night we headed out to Kokomos. I took this pic from my phone. This place sucks. I think I’ve been maybe 2 or three times-- and this time when I say “never again” I mean it. Yes, those are drunk people playing volleyball in a filthy pool. Anyway, since we were on the other side of the lake for Kokomos, Kristin and I stayed over at my parent’s place that night.
Over the years I’ve discovered that vacation homes are good for two things. 1) Vacations. 2) Things that you don’t really want to keep-- but can’t seem throw away. Please see exhibit a:
Dance trophies, board games, and 80s jeans. But my personal favorite-- would be exhibit b:
This awesome, awesome picture of my parents taken on a cruise in the early 90s where my dad is standing on a HUGE box so he looks abnormally short-waisted and a full head taller than my mom (they are actually about the same height.) What was this photographer thinking??
We ended the weekend with a breakfast of pop-tarts from 2002 (or is it Jan 02, 2006??) and lounging on some rafts on the beach. Good times. Guess I’ll see ya some time next year Havasu.