You know whats up. It’s the place to be if you can squeeze in. You woke up early around noon, you drank a Mimosa or two at the Union Diner and now you are ready to get lit and loud at the lakes region's finest sand bar. Sure it smells like pee and you have to get stitches for stepping on that anchor line but the music is illegally loud, the clothing is optional and your dad’s boat is full of gas. Lets do this...
