We had a lovely week-long vacation in Penticton, with daily lake swims, several rounds of mini-golf, and much ice cream.
There was also a visit to the Wibit, a floating obstacle course with a rock wall, a slide, and a trampoline. When the kids did it the first time, it looked fun. Easy, even. So Min and I allowed ourselves to be tempted out.
Oh my goodness. First of all, a floating plastic obstacle course is slippery! (Who could have guessed?) And when the floating, plastic, slippery obstacle course wobbles, and one frantically flails one’s arms, one is likely to take out a small child or two.
It looks harmless, doesn’t it?
We made it up the rope and down the giant slide. We made it up the rock wall and I replaced my bathing suit over the parts it was supposed to cover. We made it over the slanted balance obstacle. I tried and failed to find my goggles on the lake bottom. We did all of this while the kids ran back and forth in front of us like some new species of water-mountain-goat.
And then, in the distance… a floating bench.
Min and I wobbled and flailed our way toward it and collapsed, clinging to one another.
“We’ve done all the major obstacles,” I said.
“I think my knee ligaments are intact,” Min said.
“We should get off this thing.”
Which is when we abandoned our children and swam with the remaining shreds of our dignity back to shore.
For ice cream.