Independence Day at the Waterhole

Am I the only one that thinks of Nala from The Lion King when I hear a word like "waterhole?"  Well, the word "waterhole" here in ol' K-Y may as well be synonymous with "beach wannabe." Most of our couple friends were out of town during the 4th of July weekend so I did some research on some cool pools around the area to have a little staycation.

But before our hick adventure, I have to tell you: I shot a gun for the first time (eek)!!! Terrified doesn't even begin to describe my feelings from the experience. I made Trent load and unload the gun and I copied him. Then, when it was my turn I had a shaking panic attack. I may or may not have shot the whole first round with my eyes closed....but I got better and I'm proud and I look forward to doing it more so I won't cry every time I get near one (again...real life people).

The proper name for the waterhole is actually Falling Rock Park. It's a rock quarry somebody got the bright idea to capitalize off of by filling up with water and limiting the visitors to 18+. We knew that would mean one of two things: either a calm, luxurious, quiet haven for adults to read and lay out, or a frat pool party. Lucky for us... it was the later. I'm glad these pictures don't have sound because you'd be hearing bass-heavy songs with lyrics like "dime's make dollah's, dollah's buy gas and long neck bottles." Trent and I still managed to have a classy picnic lunch there with a little piece of waterfront real estate, our own private dock!

Upon entry we were greeted with warning signs galore. The waterhole is decorated with all sorts of hick accessories like this shower that looks like it's straight out of South Pacific! Bet you could "wash that man right outta your hair!"

Eating watermelon

Trent rarely naps when in the sun. So he had fun feeding the fish our leftover pasta salad.
The catfish seemed to really enjoy it!

They had this weird rule that you couldn't be in the water without a floaty (must've had some pretty cheap insurance plan). So we found some lonely beach balls and tried to make them fun. Candidly speaking, it was very fun.

This might not have happened the same day, but I just need to share it anyways. Saturday night we made sausages and fondue on a pretzel bun. Hooray for indulgence! Also (don't tell my mom) but the cat loved the beer cheddar fondue too #mycatismychild.