Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Twistingly's Twisted Tales: 20,000 Leagues Under a Lake in Minnesota (w/Pics)

Doc here, a man who some say that from a distance, looks like an Italian lighthouse keeper.

How was your summer, everyone?  I spent most of mine in a beekeepers outfit while grocery shopping. 

Someone near and dear to your old friend in the white suit and aviators had a fantastic summer vacation adventure. Sun, water, fishing, and unsubstantiated rumors of pole dancing. Yes, that vacationer was that former fly girl, my good friend the lovely Twistingly.

Let's start off with the theme song for this report...

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip
That started from this Wisconsin port, aboard a tiny ship
The captain was a little brunette, a skipper brave and sure
A solo adventure set sail that day, on a three-hour tour
A three-hour tour

The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed
If not for the courage of Twistingly, the 'Lil Donger would be lost
The 'Lil Donger would be lost

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted mansion's isle
With Twistingly, her curly 'do
The millionaire and his beach
This little nugget, a narwhal suit
Here on Twistingly's Isle

Doc,

Last month, my seven day vacation was spent on a small island in the Great Lake Minnetonka. 
Lake Minnetonka
On the last day, returning to civilization, I loaded the boat with my belongings and set sail (motor?). Twenty yards from dock, the engine screamed and seized. With no emergency oars and my calls for assist going unanswered, I floated for more than an hour before finally coming to shore on the private beach of a very nice multi-million dollar home. 
The 'Lil Donger
Looking for the front door, I walked barefoot, frizzy haired, and wet around the gigantic home (no security cameras?!?). Eventually, I was given an opportunity to explain to the homeowner how I came to be in his backyard. While understanding (and good looking!), he did not offer assistance, so I trekked the two miles to my car, came back for my belongings, and promised the homeowner someone would collect the tin can I left tied to his tree. 

I’d like to think somebody has.

~T~

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Doc here again... There is a reason Twistingly's middle name is Danger (not Donger - that's the boat). One part narwhal, one part MacGyver, she turned an unfortunate scenario into a great story for us to enjoy.

Next time Lake Minnetonkans, pick up her distress call. She may toss you a craft beer to thank you.

Make sure to follow Twistingly on Twitter.

Thanks,
Doc
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