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I recently completed the Michigan hunter safety education.

It entailed several hours of online study and testing as well as in classroom study and testing. 

It turns out that even though I can pass the class with 100% accuracy, I still might miss a target 30 yards away!

Needless to say, my brothers (and fiancé) have had a few smiles on my behalf.

Oh well. The main reason I wanted to take the class was so that I understood guns better and was able to handle them safely. 

If I happen to be able to shoot an animal and feed myself someday...that would be a bonus!

for real

due to popular concern from my sisters, i thought i better clear things up and post a nice picture

For Fun!

If you know me, you know how many pictures I ruined by laughing at trying to pose like this!

Weekend

Saturday, Josh and I went over to Scotville. While he played in a disc golf tournament, Lydia and I walked along Lake Michigan and enjoyed the lovely autumn day.

Lake Michigan. Its beauty always impresses me. Every visit is unique.

I enjoyed seeing the colorful trees the whole drive!

Josh Staple, Tim Vandezande, Brittany Staple, Me, Lydia Vandzande
(Josh Reames behind my camera)

Sunday afternoon a few of us went and tramped through the lovely acreage called Flip City. The Joshes (how do you say Josh plural?) had a good time throwing discs, Tim and Brit had fun being Tim and Brit, and Lydia and I enjoyed the rocks and trees. At the end of the afternoon I was able to convince most everybody to begrudgingly pose for this picture.

Grandpa Raspberries

My Grandma used to grow raspberries. The amazing wonderful juicy ones. The kind that I call Grandma raspberries. 

All raspberries are good, but the shelf stable pink ones, leave something to be desired. 

Mom has been going about once a week and buying a Grandpa's raspberries. They are so delicious. The kind that if you leave them on the table overnight, they are sqaushy and moldy the next day. And that is another qualifier for Grandma raspberries. So fantastic that they have to be eaten right away.

For Sunday dinner last week we had Grandpa raspberries made into a sauce and served over a yummy vanilla cake. Oh la la.

Zip Line

At our annual Lazy-T church camp I got to do something new. For the first time ever, I got to ride a zip line. Over the years Mr. Tom has told us of his dreams for huge teepees, obstacle courses, new driving horses, and most recently his dream to install a zip line down the hill and across the pond. This year he called and said it was all ready.

Mr. Tom hooking up Rebekah's pulley system.

Coming in for landing. So exhilarating!
 It sort of reminded me of jumping out of the hay mow. Just no Brian to dare me.

The people on the ground seemed to have about as much fun as the people on the line.

The two best adventurers were Abigail and Kathryn. Kathryn made one long beautiful scream the whole way down. Only possible by someone who has taken as many voice lessons as she has. Abigail cried at the top deck until we practically pushed her off. Then she was petrified into silent fear until she reached the opposite shore. After her Dad grabbed her and picked her off the line, she let out a huge wail. By the time the next set of people was preparing to go again, she wanted to go too!