After we had arrived at the swim park, about two hours later than I'd hoped, and paid my $50 to get in, and laid all of our belongings out on the crowded grassy area, I heard thunder. And then multiple whistles.
"There has been lightening sighted. Everyone out of the pool. We'll resume swimming twenty minutes after the last lightening strike."
Which meant that our four hours of swimming has just been cut to three.
Of course, this news was followed by a steady downpour.
We loaded everything back up and squished into the small block building, where a large sign was posted saying, "NO REFUNDS. NO EXCEPTIONS."
"Not even if we just walked in and haven't even been in the pool yet?"
The young girl at the register shook her head. Only if they close the pool, she told me, and only if it's before 2:00 p.m. (it was), but it wasn't likely they'd close the pool, because this was just one tiny pop-up storm.
So we waited it out.
An hour later, the lifeguards are called to their stations and we're allowed to return to the pool. For about half-an-hour, until the swim break.
Then it's back to the pool. Most people have left because of the storm, so it's not even very crowded. It's warm, and the water feels good. The kids are having a great time.
And then the thunder rolls again.
Ah, well. At least we got an hour of swimming in for my $50 bucks. Oh, and a few good photos with my new waterproof camera.
Sweetheart splashin'
The play area.
My neice Bella was absolutely lovin' it.
The girl has no fear.
She saved these flowers from the cupcakes to give to her mommy.
The Baby
