Perkins-palooza

We drove down to Branson on Friday after Savannah got out of school. We are having a grea time with my family, on Friday we went out to dinner to celebrate my mom's birthday. We went to this little restaurant with live music, it was great. Then yesterday we went to Silver Dollar City with my parents and brother. There was a children's area with rides for the little ones, so Savannah was in heaven. Then my brother's girlfriend rounded up some jet skis and asked if we wanted to do a double date on Table Rock Lake. We were SO excited. When we got into the water it was 6:45 p.m. Keep in mind it gets dark around 8:00 p.m. It took us about 15 minutes just to figure out how to start the engines (after falling off the jet skis a few times and swallowing a gallon of lake water). Once we actually got going, we had a pretty good time. I drove first, with Rob holding on, as we followed Briahna and Merrill. Little did we know, they were leading us to Arkansas (from Branson, MO). Around 7:45, I began to get nervous as I realized that all the boats we passed or who passed us had lights on. We had no such thing. Finally we had to turn around and try to go back home. Rob drove the rest of the way home. By the time we got back (8:15), we were exhausted. So we back up Briahna's parents van with nearly a 1/4 tank of gas. After we got the jet skis onto the trailer and the trailer onto the mini-van, we started off back home, except we weren't going anywhere considering that the van dug itself a hole into the soft rock next to the shore. We tried to get it out, backing it up farther and farther back to the point where was almost in the water. Oh, and by the way the van's gas light had come on by this point. Finally, we had to detach the trailer from the van and bounce on the bumper to get the van out of it's rut. We then took the jet skis off the trailer and Rob and Merrill picked up the trailer and scooted it over and put the jet skis back on and backed up the van again. By this time it was about 9:15 and pitch black. Finally after everything was said and done, Briahna gunned it, while the rest of us bounced on the bumper and the van peeled out and drug the jet skis out all the water up a 1/8 mile hill made of gravel, rock, and sand. We then walked up the hill, got in the van and barely made it to the gas station (the second station considering the first gas station was all out of gas). It was an interesting experience which we now look back on and laugh.