This waymarking thing can be dangerous. Diane and Rick have been "icon collecting"--trying to post new waymarks in different categories. Each of the over 1,000 waymarking categories has an icon. So...they have nearly 140 waymarks posted and nearly 100 different icons. That's pretty tame for me. I'm the official "visit" mascot. I've posed in front of factories, on signs, by fountains and in gazebos....
At any rate, after cramming in two new county fairs, the dangerous duo decided to go hiking in the Bicentennial Woods just north of Fort Wayne. They were looking for the dual footbridges. Despite the heat, humidity, mist and mosquitos, they found both bridges. Rick set me up in my "pensive" pose. I was gazing out over the creek. Great shot--I am very handsome you know. Back to my story...
Rick turns around to take a video of the view from the other side. Somehow or another, I tumbled off the bridge, landing on my side in the creek. Real flamingos can fly. Real flamingos can wade in the water. Have I mentioned that I am a stuffed flamingo? As in "phlamingo"? I was stuck.
Diane noticed the tragedy first. I was so thankful! But then, as she gets Rick's attention, she tells him not to worry--they have other flamingos! Like I can be cast aside!! Like going to all these dorky places with them instead of being in some little girl's room isn't a better idea for me! She was going to leave me! Unbelievable.
Thankfully Rick wasn't going to let that slide. He climbed down the bank, took off his shoes and waded in after me. He took me home and dried me out. He's been giving Diane all kinds of grief. (You have to admit, she has it coming...)
More of the adventures to come...hopefully I won't be in danger of drowning again anytime soon...
