Hey there – hoping your weekend was wonderful. Ours was full. We putted around the house Saturday getting some things put away. We’d also finally for the trampoline set up after the kids had been hounding me. We even put the net on which I think was the problem.
We took my parents in town for dinner for my mom’s birthday. It looked like a storm might blow through when we left, and when we left the restaurant, we could tell it rained. That is all we knew… we missed the whole thing.
So then we came home, and I saw some of the boxes I’d emptied were blown away, so I sent the boys to pick them up. That was when we noticed the trampoline was gone. No where to be seen.
David took off up over the hill – and we couldn’t see it anywhere. Greg called my mom – who had helped up put it up – and told her it was gone. Her first reaction was, that isn’t a very nice joke Greg.
They came over and drove through the pasture next to us, and eventually found the tramp.
Hmm… is that it?
Sure enough – there is was in the bottom of a coulee. It was about 1 mile from the house, following the power line the whole way there. I am amazed that it didn’t end up IN the power line.
We got it loaded up on the trailer and hauled back to the house. So much for the trampoline.
On the one hand I wish we had been there to witness this – I can’t imagine how it flew. But on the other hand, I think ignorance was bliss as we ate our dinner.
A couple of the legs were busted, and most of the springs are gone, but the trampoline part and the net are still in tack, one small hole in the net.
Oh the adventures we enjoy.