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Flying High

 
 
This past week we had the opportunity to go parasailing.  My hubby and I had both tried it in the past, so he was hesitant to spend the money again...I on the other hand was eager to give it another go.  In fact, I managed to encourage some friends of ours to join us.  It was truly the perfect day to go, blue skies for miles, very little wind and even the water was warm enough to get dipped! 
 
My hubby watched from the shore while he stayed with our younger two kids.  Our older two decided to join me on the boat.  Then suddenly my 4 year old daughter decided to announce she was going to join me in the sky.  At first I was little unsure if that was a good idea, but somehow she convinced me it was a great idea.  Before I knew we were flying high, 400 feet above Balsam Lake.  The views were spectacular and the company was even better.  I wish I had brought a camera, but instead my son took some great photos from the boat.  I was rather impressed with his photography skills.
 
Some more photos from our experience...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Have a great weekend!

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