We got shot at (Or at least over...)

We made the yearly Memorial Day trip to the Soap Lake house again in 2008 for the Last Stand Rodeo and a little peace and quiet.

We decided to hit the road after Parker's baseball game Thursday night, which put us at the ferry terminal at 8:30... I'm not young enough or caught up on sleep enough to make night time road trips like we used to do in college. I was insanely crabby and begging for a hotel bed by the time we hit Ellensburg.

There's something about knowing you're going into a house that sits empty 99% of the time (bug and rodent phobia rising) in the dark, having to make beds, check closets, etc before you can settle down... We rolled in at 12:30 (kids awake BTW...)and proceeded into the house as quietly as possible, so as not to wake up the neighbors. Evidently, nothing is quiet enough not to wake said neighbor's dog because within two minutes of our arrival, kids in the house, me dragging sleeping bags and blankies out of the car, Eric and I hear a shot ring out. It went like this:
Me: "What the hell? Is he shooting at us?"
Eric: "Maybe it was a firework."
Me: "I'm getting in the house."
Eric (over the fence to neighbor who has just advanced through his garden with a gun in his hand): "H-h-h-ello Mr. James. It's Eric. M-m-m-ari and Wayne's son."
Mr. James: "Nobody told me you were coming. Shot into the air. Don't want to shoot no one for no good reason."
Eric: "T-t-t-hanks for watching out for the place. G-g-g-ood night, Mr. James."
Eric (to me in the house): "Yup. We were just shot at."

Now, let me sort of justify - this house has been in Eric's family for 50-ish years. It sits in a neighborhood that has had it's ups and downs and it has NEVER been messed with. Largely, I'm now sure, thanks to Mr. James. He watches out for it and now in his 80s (?) takes the shots from his porch, as opposed to coming over and looking who is there first. Not that it's okay that he fired off a round over our heads, but if you're going to have a house that sits empty for most of it's existence, he's the kind of neighbor you want to have.

So that was a first...

Everything else went without issue. Actually, everything after that was GREAT!

Maddie won the stick horse race and $5 for the 8-year-old division(Parker came in 2nd - to his recollection). Best part - the announcer calling the race in Maddie's favor halfway through. She was FLYING!

We had a family putt-putt golf contest. I don't want to brag, but it came down to a playoff hole and there again was a clear one-stroke winner. Since I'm writing this, I'll let you guess who psyched out her opponent at that last, all important hole.

Parker got his first try at fly-fishing and hooked into 2 good sized trout at Rocky Ford! For anyone who's been there, it's not an easy thing to do. Eric landed a few beautiful 24-inch trout himself.

We came across a baseball tournament in Ephrata that provided us hours of fun on Sunday and some REALLY good baseball. Home again, back to the grind. When can we go back?