We visited the fundamentals of being men that follow Jesus.
We bounced across a lake behind a power boat on skis, wake boards, inner tubes, knee boards, and one dude even brough a surf board. I drank gallons of lake water and had my sinuses seriously flushed out.
The guys 30 and over battled the younger dudes on the paintball field. The losers had to eat a jar of pickled pigs feet. The battle was brutal with the younger guys emerging victorious, but not without more than their fair share of welts and bruises.
These guys are known as the "Horsemen of the Apocalypse"
Norman on his wake board
Me staying up.
My son Aaron and I.
Bald skier in prayer.