We’re still swingers

Ted and I drove to Madison, WI today.  There’s only one rest stop on I-39 between Bloomington, IL and the Illinois-Wisconsin state line, bu-u-u-t, . . . at that rest stop, there’s a playground.  Ted and I took a break and enjoyed the swings.  Everyone else at the rest stop drove in, parked, used the rest room, and drove out, so there was no one to take a picture of both of us in the two swings.  I went almost high enough to break the tension in the chains.  Whee!  Ted was more cautious.

 

We spent about ten minutes on the swings and felt great when we finished.  Surprisingly, all of our muscles seemed looser.  We discovered, however, that with these new-fangled sling swings, you can’t jump off the swing–you have to stop and remove yourself safely from the sling.  It was more fun to jump off the old-fashioned board swings.