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!
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! |
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.
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