WaterCross @ Granstburg
My friend and Ernest's godmother Ladonna invited us for a weekend of camping and snowmobiles on water. So we piled in the car and headed up to Granstburg WI. She won a contest that got us in to see the races and also provided a refugee-like campsite. So we headed over to the local state camp ground and pitched our tent there instead. We found a shaddy spot under a big tree on the hillside and watched as the snowmobiles flew over the water. The announcer explained how they use vegitable oil instead of motor oil to be freindly to the environment and as long as the drivers cut off the engine before they sank into the water the gasoline stayed safely inside.


It was a hot saturday, but we kept cool with large cups of fresh lemonade and some cheep beer (Ernest had the lemonade). At leaste one racer sank each race and thankfully there were only two serious accidents. One driver filped over his handles and landed hard on his back in the water, I believe he broke his arm, but his injuries were never announced, the other was a teen who ran his sled into the reeds growing on the shore, his sled dumped him but instead of sinking it continued to skid along almost running the guy over, thankfully it didn't.

Our day ended with a spectacular fireworks display that rivaled any other fireworks I have seen. It lasted for almost an hour and a half with short little announcements of thanks to the people and companies that donated to the festivities.
But our weekend was cut short by a storm system that decided to rage over us. So we tottled around WI for half the day, had a late breakfast, and found a very wet county fair before heading home to the sunny side.