This is Nate and me on the boat in Love's Folly, a somewhat stressful little ride captioned by the unconquerable Jimmy, which we took with our friends and their kids on a lovely Memorial Day weekend holiday. Nate's life jacket situation was so intense that it practically swallowed him up. There was really little room for him to turn his head let alone move about and enjoy the sea or the wind. So he just hunkered down, his goal really being to essentially not drown. He didn't mind as long as we fed him pretzels.
Our friends -- Marc/Aimee/Ari -- had it worse. Ari kind of shut down. Before that though, he may have indicated some sea sickness or something, and Aimee rode most of the way holding a plastic bag under Ari's face, waiting to catch the vomit should it fly. Meanwhile, Aimee's folding chair slid back into Marc's legs, causing him severe pain. They look good in this pic but suffice it to say they were in some choppy waters.
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