Minnesota Vacation 2006 – Day 3
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Make sure you continue reading below. By special assignment to MarcBever.com, we have the Wabash Plain Dealer’s Sports Editor, and my cousin, Aaron Turner contributing to this post while he’s on vacation. Make sure you also read the post showing the pictures from Days 1-2 to read Aaron’s recap of Jason’s sunburn. Also, read the previous post to check out the makes of “All Hands on Deck.” If you enjoy Aaron’s contributions to these posts, please comment so we can make sure they continue.
Me, Todd, Matt, Aaron, and Jason jumping into the lake after sitting in the sauna. Below the picture to find Aaron’s story of what transpired.
By Aaron Turner
Hill Billy Editor
GREY EAGLE– “It felt like a sauna in there,” muttered Matt Bever, who carefully built the roaring fire inside the pot-bellied castiron stove.
It used to be a minnow house, may years ago, but some 1×8 tongue-and-groove barn siding, mixed with memory graffiti from years gone by, now houses the sauna.
“I really wasn’t sure what I was in for,” said Aaron Turner, of Roann, Ind. “I thought, ‘How hot can it actually get?’
“The answer soon became obvious — blistering hot.”
The process, one assumes, is as old as the sauna at Lafayette Resort itself.
What better way to cool down from a nice sweat than a dip in Big Birch Lake, just a 20-yard sprint away.
The routine started out with tempers flaring hotter than the fire itself. Sean, Turner’s 6-year-old stepson, was a bit rambunctious in the close confines of roughly 8×10 building.
The hotspots, so it seemed, was the upper level of the platformed sitting area. For the first go-round, Matt Bever, Todd Martin and Jason Warnock all chose the upper level.
“I didn’t know if I was going to sweat,” Martin said.
Soon, though, Turner realized that the gods of sweat weren’t smiling on him like they were Bever, Martin and Warnock.
So he switched with Bever the younger, Andrews, Ind., and soon became a shining figure much like the others.
After nearly five minutes, and an exit from Sean, the group made the dash to seemingly frosty waters of Big Birch Lake.
After a brief lake-water bath, the crew returned to the sauna, where again Bever said, “It feels like a sauna in here,” quoting Seinfeld because his own reservoir of wit was empty.
The routine was repeated three times before finally calling it quits.
The group did find out that amid the heat, one’s breath feels like fire.
“Todd blew on me, and it felt like fire,” Marc Bever, of Mitchell, Ind., said. “It was just weird how that worked.
“Even if you blew on your own hand, it was really hot.”
As a thundershow set in, the group retired after the final trip to the lake, noting that while lightning is exciting, it’s also a touch dangerous.
After getting rained on for the short sprint back to the lake house, which the group is calling home for the week, most went on their respective ways.
Marc began his websiting, Matt went to work on his book, The Partner, by John Grisham he started earlier in the day, Martin, of Claypool, Ind., played cards, Turner wrestled with the cutest baby in the history of the world, while Warnock, the most lightest complected of the group, took a vinegar bath as he is still trying to cope with a sunburn attained on the first day at Grey Eagle.
“Don’t fall asleep by the water for four hours the first day you’re here,” Warnock, of North Manchester, said.
“It’s still early,” Matt Bever said. “We’ll be back in there.”
Minnesota Vacation 2006 Days 1-2
This is what happens when you fall asleep on the bench by the beach for 4 hours…
By AARON TURNER
Hill Billy Editor
GREY EAGLE–Sometimes outsiders don’t fit in. That’s not the case with Jennie Bever-Warnock’s husband, Jason.
A group of cousins and married-ins made the 12- to 14-hour journey from several points in mid-central Indiana to the glistening waters of Big Birch Lake in Minnesota.
To say the group was anxious to begin the hijinx was an understatement. A drizzlin rain greeted the group upon arrival, but as soon as the skies parted and revealed just a hint of sunshine, the games began.
Warnock brought his family’s jetskis along, and promptly unloaded them into the water of the lake.
The group was tired, to say the least, and Warnock, who drove the distance, was especially so.
Being a gamer, though, he made the maiden voyage on the skis with cousin-in-law Todd Martin.
The day was off to a slow start as Warnock and Martin made a trip together on one wave runner. The duo was stranded in the middle of Big Birch Lake, and Matt Bever came to the rescue.
Martin, a rookie on the skis, couldn’t remount after getting thrown, and rode solo back while Bever and Warnock, brothers-in-law, rode double back.
That was enough for Warnock. Thirty hours of sleep deprivation found him falling asleep on the first solid item he came across — a rustic bench overlooking Big Birch Lake with 2×6 slats for the bench.
“If I can sleep on a cattle box in coveralls at the state fair grounds, I could sleep on anything.”
And he proved it.
For four hours Warnock rested in the sun, his head slightly cocked on his left peck and his right hand covering his right.
Four hours. In the sun. Direct sun. With reflected sun thrown upon him.
“He’s very fair skinned anyway,” cousin-in-law Aaron Turner, who has the cutest baby in the history of the world, said. “I guess several people tried to wake him, but it didn’t work.”
Martin said, “I pulled on his finger.”
“I pulled a towel out from underhim,” Warnock’s brother-in-law Marc Bever said.
But on he slept through four hours of late morning and mid-day sun.
When he finally awoke from his Rip-Van-Winkle-like slumber, the damage was done.
It’s not enough that he’s an in-law, but he was also the funniest looking of the bunch, complete with red face, chest, belly, legs, feet, back and shoulders.
For the first two days, Warnock was the receiver of many jokes. Jokes like: “Uncle John (the family’s uncle) called, he wants his Redman back,” coined by Matt Bever. “Red Lobster called, they want their mascot back.”
Bever also wore a red tanktop, bright red, and if it weren’t the “Pirate’s Cove” logo, the two could have been twins.
So, sometimes it’s tough being an in-law, but Warnock’s done just fine. As long as he keeps doing stupid stuff like taking a four hour nap in the sun, he’ll be just fine.
If you notice in the picture, Warnock’s wife is pointing, and if one’s not mistaken, laughing
Grandpa with his shades over the 4th
Grandpa with his shades over the 4th
Originally uploaded by Marc Bever.
Going the distance – a couple laps down By AARON TURNER
Aaron’s recap of the Twelve Mile Lawnmower race from the Wabash Plain Dealer:
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Todd started 12th, finished 3rd.
Greg started 16th, finished 12th.
Jason started 18th, finished 18th.
Aaron started 24th, finished 24th.
Scott started 22nd, finished 28th.
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