Here are some pictures of our family taking a nice ferry ride in the early summer/spring with our good buddies the Teamans. It was a relative normal venture. The ferry men told Little A to be careful and of course all of the boys were their usual wild selves. Well, Sunday, the Teamans invited us to go with them and walk to the Ferry. This ferry ride was quite different. We walked those kids in the 90 degree heat a mile to the ferry. The boys of course each had at least one giant walking stick/sword/saber by the time we made it to the Jamestown parking lot. Once we made it to the bridge Tom realized that if we didn't run we would have to wait for the next ferry. The thought of waiting with eight tired kids/hyper on the bridge was enough to have us all booking it down the road. Some of us may have envisioned children jumping over the wall into the river. (Why do our kids get crazier the more tired they are? Do other people's kids do this too?) Erin and I are in flip flops encouraging, dragging, and carrying Little A and Jack Jack. And then there was Tom and the big kids leading the frantic charge to the loading ferry. It was hysterical. I wish I knew what the people driving by thought of us all. We were all so stinky and sweaty and thirsty by the time we made it on the boat. Erin and Mike asked the ferry woman were would she like us to park (ha ha). The ferry water fountain never tasted so good, it was still bad, but it never tasted better. We had brought enough bread to feed an army of sea birds and they loved it. We threw the bread into the waiting beaks until it was all gone and walked all over the boat. We waited to leave the ferry after the last car drove off. One of the best parts for me was that on the way home Hallie held my hand, my good buddy.
They lived happily ever after.
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