Using Our George W Money

After finding out that we would be gifted with a check from our fearless leader (I called it Bush money), we decided that we deserved a luxury vaca. Once we lined up my parents to come out and stay with the Dude, we explored many options...Seattle, Boston, Maine, Wine Country in California...the possibilities thrilled us. The plan was to travel with friends from Chicago but when they got prego with twins, those plans changed. Unfortunately the Bush Money wasn't going to pay for a trip to Wine Country for just the two of us footing the bill.

Never fear...we always have backup plans in place. Our friends Cara and Wes were on board to join us instead, but only had 3 days available rather than a week, so we choose the next best thing. A decision that I think many of you would have made. We went to Nebraska.

Most of you probably aren't aware that there's a large body of water in Nebraska...the one attraction that causes folks like us to get in the car, drive through a whole lot of nothing with bathing suites, towels and a lot of alcohol filling the trunk. When you finally see the 14 mile stretch they call Lake Maconahay, the heavens open and you're filled with a sense of relief that there truly is a reason you just drove to this land of a whole lot of very white people who use words like "aint" and "shit no."

We resided in the unit on the far left and had views of the lake from our balcony.

Lucky for us, a lovely couple just recently built a set of charming little townhouses for rent. The trailer park rentals were the other option and it might have been enough to cause our little Volvo to turn around without looking back. We rented a power boat, minus the power...not enough to get myself or Wes up on skis, but who's to say that was the boat's fault. Tubing was the highlight, along with the rare occasion where we saw another boat on the lake.

My better half looking oh so athletic.

This is the vehicle that dumped our boat into the water. They have their own ways of doing things in Nebraska.

You see, most people figure it's nuts to participate in water sports when the water temp is 45-50 degrees. We were there to party, so we had to buck up and deal. My chicken self even took the plunge and jumped in oh so elegantly. I've never been coined a swan for good reason. The first day was a blast. We all fried and enjoyed the great outdoors...even when we stopped to remind ourselves that we were in Nebraska on vacation. We grilled, played games, slept in and when we woke up on day #2, it was 50 degrees and rainy. Naturally we went home. There was literally nothing else to do. The town of Ogalalla doesn't even offer a movie theatre, let alone a Walmart. Bummer, but all in all a good time was had by all.

Proof that it was a bit chilly.

No one said we were an elegant bunch.

If you're considering spending your Bush Money on a unique and not often thought of as vaca, please don't hesitate to call us. We'll put you on Highway 80 and guide you right where the farm land meets the most random massive body of water Nebraska has to offer.