Back from their excellent adventure on the lakes

Bonita Olson Gilbertson and Diane Hoffman O'Brien joined Kathy Sherry Skadsberg for an excursion on Alexandria's famous Chain O' Lakes last week. Like intrepid Viking explorers of old, they docked at points of interest along the fabled coastline, including the Obert log cabin estate where Tom and Ruth were easing themselves atop loungers set out for that purpose. Sherry hailed the napping couple on her cell phone, inquiring ahead about the whereabouts of her lost golf socks, abandoned in an earlier visit. This drew a roused Obert to the top edge of his fjord, then sent him clopping down the embankment in his flip-flops. Obert's neighbor, who had just returned from a trip to Switzerland and was now playing loud polka-like music, also appeared. As if to shrug off any danger his elder neighbor might pose to the approaching landing party, Obert shouted, "He's a DEMOCRAT!" This seemed to make Obert feel better, if only serving to confuse the explorers as to the gist of the bizarre lakeside behavior unfolding before them. Nonetheless, the mission continued without incident and eventually the golf socks were made fast in the hold. We shall let Obert pick up his version of the story from here:

Tom writes: We knew Kathy and Will Skadsberg were up here this week for vacation - at Betsy Ross Resort on Lake Ida. So, as we have done in the past, we waited for them to call us -- when they needed a little break from the grandkids! This afternoon, as Ruthie and I were fading in and out of nap time after another tough morning on the golf course, Kathy called . . . to say she was down below at our lakeshore (and here to pick up the golf socks she had left behind during her reunion stay with us).
She had boated over with fellow Lake Darling-ites Diane Hoffman O'Brien and Bonita Olson Gilbertson, neither of whom had I seen since I moved back to Alex four years ago (though I did see Bonita at the reunion). I hiked down our 78 steps to the lake to help Diane tie-up, and then we all walked back up the 78 steps for a little repast and chat. And then we all walked down the 78 steps again to say and wave good-bye. A lovely time was had by all (does this sound like the old society page in the Heckler?). Unfortunately, my cub reporter instincts have lapsed, and I forgot to get photos of the event -- maybe next time.

By the way, Mr. "Land of Enchantment"
I remind Harland Hoffland that the reason there is no humidity or mosquitos in the Land of Enchantment is that . . . THERE IS NO WATER THERE EITHER!