Growing up we would go camping a lot and my dad would take us down to the river or the lake and teach us the in's and out's of rock skipping. I got pretty good there for awhile. 6 skips was my top number. I'm sure my brother's was more in the range of...1!! HA! (I bet he doesn't read this post! ;-) )
Anyways, we did a family bike ride one evening after dinner to the river nearby. We dumped the bikes and headed towards the banks in search of the best skipping stone.
Bucket List #219 checked off: Rock Skipping.
1? you think I only got 1? HA! I can still skip rocks more times than you can count. But then, you count things like 1, 2, lots, many...
ReplyDeleteyou're just jealous... ;-)
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