poke a nose

Ahhhh, the Poconos.
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It's a beautiful little nook in the mountains, a great place for our family reunion. We're keeping very busy, there are hardly enough hours in between meals to get all of the activities checked off of our lists before the nightly showbiz extravaganza.

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There is lots to do around this joint. The kids spend extraordinary amounts of time in the pool, they would be satisfied to leave it at that. Every once in a while, we drag them for a hike, a meal, or an activity.

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As if the offerings inside the resort were not enough, there is plenty more to do just across the road at the Sports Area.
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We've made the rounds over there, testing our prowess at shuffleboard, bocce, miniature golf, archery, horseshoes, and a real nailbiter of a softball game.

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Look, that kid in the outfield is about to shake hands with the invisible man!

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We've checked the ubiquitous strawberry lemonatas off of our list;

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hiked around together in this green, green world;

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paid tribute to our gracious and proud hosts,

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and dressed up one night for a grumpy photo shoot.

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Here's the Corey version of trying to go somewhere

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At any given moment, we're each surrounded by at least a handful of gorgeous, laughing friends. It's strange and lonely to do anything solitary.
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On tomorrow's agenda, we've got paddleboats, waterfalls, tennis, and it's last call for skeet shooting (no thanks). Of course, we'll have to schedule enough time to overindulge in food, drink, and great company. And we'll wrap things up at karioke with Garyoke

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I like the poke a nose.