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Apparently I'm not the safest adult to hang around with and maybe shouldn't be trusted to look after my kid sister's well being. Because on the first sunny day we had in weeks (which just happened to be a Sunday and kind of cracked me up because I'm a dork like that) we decided to go to Larsen's. On the hike there Everett started telling Ruth about this vine that you can swing on that's on the side of the path. And no trip to a tropical island is complete without a little vine-swinging!
So I found the spot where we'd swung on the vine before. I couldn't remember which vine it was and I was loaded down with beach gear so I just gestured and said, "I think it's that one. Go pull on it to see." So she walked up to the vine, pulled on it, and there was a loud cracking sound, followed quickly by a 6 inch or so diameter branch which (of course) cracked over her head on its way to the ground. She was still standing and the branch was mostly rotted wood so undeterred, I told her to pull again just to be sure. I don't know what I was thinking - maybe that she'd want to swing on a vine so badly a little concussion wouldn't stop her? So she pulled again. It wasn't the right vine. It just came down out of the tree. We're going to have to find another vine for her to swing on before she leaves, but I'm guessing that next time she'll make me pull on the vine to test it.
Anyway, the beach was as beautiful as ever and the waves were huge that day, crashing up on the beach instead of out on the reef. Everett climbed up on this rock in the middle of the bay and pretended to control the waves. Ruth snorkeled for a bit, but then (strangely) had a bit of a headache and opted out of playing in the waves.
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