It stormed all morning. Lots of thunder, wind, and rain. Mom and Dad headed to Dryden. For lunch, we ate leftover ribs and pork from Busters and Jason, Julie, Scott and I started to play Shanghai Rummy. The rain quit by about 3pm and it was Brent’s last day. He really wanted to do the Boat Island Hike so we all headed out. We took three boats. In the end, it was just Julie, Brent, Elliott and Jamison. Julie was a little hesitant so I stupidly decided to go. The first hundred yards in there was a hug tree downed in the path that we had to break of small branches and climb over. Then we ran into another obstacle that Julie and I decided we couldn’t get under so we blazed our own trail around it. The ground was still wet and very slippery. I’m sure I slowed the group down. They were really nice though and waited and in a couple places Julie and I helped each other up. When we made it to the lake they all swam and I just enjoyed the break and the cool breeze. When it was time to head back we found two of the trail ribbons but then lost them. We quickly realized we were off the trail. We circled back twice and couldn’t pick the trail back up. Brent then went all the way back to the lake and was yelling that we were not anywhere near the spot we were because he couldn’t find the beaver dam. I had my phone which actually had a signal so I pulled out Google maps and gave the phone to Julie and told her just to head east and we would make it out. Once we got to the other end of the island I would be able to figure out how to get to the boat. So she did, she forged ahead and led us through lots of brush. We never did pick up the trail again. About a fourth of the way in I went to sit down on a boulder to slide down it but the moss was wet and I slid wrong landing on my left leg thus throwing out my knee. Most of the rest of the way Brent had to help me down from many obstacles. He was gallant and so kind about it. We came out about 500-1000 feet from the corner where everyone was waiting. Brent and I hit the water it was a nice beach that was only about a foot deep. We looked up and Dad, Scott, and Lennox were on the other side of the bay heading somewhere. I began to yell and whistle and everyone was waving at them. They were too far away and didn’t know to look for us. At the last minute before they disappeared behind a small island Lennox turned and saw us. They came over to save us and we all piled into the one boat - way over the limit. Dad slowly took us back to the other two boats where we all scrambled to our boats so we could go home.
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