Remember those famous last words?
Well, "Let's do something!" turned into, "You wanna go to the lake?", which was followed by, "Awe, that cliff looks too safe" and promptly became "That's got to be at least fifty feet! It's beautiful!" and I suppose his last words were, "Mom probably wouldn't want me to do this..."
Silence.
Splash!
Bubbles...
Shrill yelp of victory.
Glorious.
After hunting cliffs to jump off of, we managed to paddle the canoe against the wind all the way around the main lake in search of a particular inlet with a particular hope in our minds for a particular cottage with the possibility of finding food. When we couldn't find the inlet, we used the towel to sail our vessel toward the little rock that the seagulls nest on. To steal eggs? No. Simply wanted to practice our seagull dodging skills. It was very exiting. The dog gave up attempting to jump out of the boat at that point, so we figured it was about time to head back. The seagull squawked in triumph as we paddled away with a plot in our minds to return.
A plot to return and scale cliffs that no human has ever set foot upon and plunge into the depths of waters nigh untouched by man.
1 year ago
u-hem...Mom probably wouldn't want me to do this???? Just tell me it was his feet first and not his head.
ReplyDeleteI guess if you live to write about it its alright.
Keep writing daughter! Memories of cushioned footfalls on moist moss, walls of mosquitoes that must be run through, overturned canoes and sinking in green water are all coming back, refreshing this dry, dusty, brown, temperature's risin' summer I'm in.
Tell your brother to keep his head up.
yerma