A Whimsical Washington Week...end (#2)

As our weekend neared its climax we found ourselves (the Washington #3 clan in its entirety minus Matthew) in Mona at the infamous rope swing. The clan was complimented by a great group of friends including Blake, Michael, Jacob, Gretchen, Mady, Jordan, Kylie, Jessy, Marcie, and Maren. I know what you're thinking... "wow that's a good group" and that it was.

Shortly after our arrival we found that it wasn't only our group of friends that made the adventurous decision to travel to Mona for a fun weekend rope swing sesh, we were joined by upwards of 60 other people all yearning for their very own turn on this legendary rope swing. Due to the excessive amount of people at the first rope swing, a couple of us (Kendl, Corbin, and Trent) ventured to the less famed 2nd rope swing. We broke it in real quick and scared away all the nearby fish which the fishermen didn't appreciate, but it didn't matter to us (not even Corbin) we were there as three determined souls with their minds set on one thing... rope swingin' greatness!

After only a couple jumps Corbin, Kendl, and Trent were followed by another very large group of people which encourage them to join the rest of the group at the main rope swing. When they returned they found everyone catchin' some sweet air and having a jolly ole' time. When Trent saw their jubilant attitudes his ape-like instincts got ahold of him and next thing we knew he was about 30 feet up in the tree ready to plunge into a jump the likes of which none of us had ever seen. Upon his decent he barely missed the tree and platform below before the "G" forces (gangster forces) became too much and he found himself falling short of his goal of maximum flight. After everyone "swung" their hearts out,

we loaded up and journeyed back to the homeland.