Handcock Pond is really a lake. A beautiful lake in Maine where Timber and I got to meet and hang with the Conley family. They showed us how to summer it up Maine style. Here are some highlights...
FIREWORKS
Jeff and Timber paddled out to the dock at sunset on the 4th of July. In the canoe with them were many illegal explosives which they proceeded to blow 
into the night sky. I love that Jeff's wife Amy asked Timber to do the honors with Jeff (all others wisely declined the pyro position on the 4x4 wood dock) because if both her and Jeff were killed in an accident "Who would care for the children?"
Jeff and Timber paddled out to the dock at sunset on the 4th of July. In the canoe with them were many illegal explosives which they proceeded to blow 
into the night sky. I love that Jeff's wife Amy asked Timber to do the honors with Jeff (all others wisely declined the pyro position on the 4x4 wood dock) because if both her and Jeff were killed in an accident "Who would care for the children?" As the guys got into a rhythm and their brilliant display flowed into a bouquet of light, the Pond Fire Marshall showed up. No more boom boom.
SPEED BOAT
Cousin Tim owns a boat and the many recreational accessories that got with it. We enjoyed water skiing. It was the first time either Timber or I had been on water skis since were were about 12. FUN!
Not so fun...the Hot Dog. Timber, Ry, and I all piled onto the inflatable Hot Dog and dared Tim to rip. With a sly grin, he gassed it. We held on for about 3/4 turn around the lake then, as Tim got to mock 5, the Dog started hydroplaning across the water surface. I smiled ear to ear feeling those 
milliseconds of zero gravity between lifting away from the water and coming back down. Freedom.
milliseconds of zero gravity between lifting away from the water and coming back down. Freedom. But, one of those weightless touchdowns, where the dog is supposed to kiss the water's surface and lift off again, we hit the wake.
FU@K*N$ OUCH!
All three of us were hurled off the Dog. Like sipping stones we skimmed the water (which at mock 5 is more like cement) and then slammed into the cool depths. With the air knocked from our lungs, Timber, Ry, and I resurfaced gasping for breath. We all managed to wave a white flag to captain Tim, who gave us the gentle kiddy ride back to the dock. (note: Timber and Ry along with Mike took another round on the Hot Dog and really enjoyed themselves. They've mastered the Hot Dog technique and can take Tim's mock 5 . I'm not going to try it again.)
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