Aside from the irrational fear of encountering a dead body and the somewhat less irrational fear of being bitten by a fish or something, I literally jump in every chance I get to swim in a natural water body - be it a lake, a river, or the mighty ocean.
|Case in Point & Better Than a Diving Board|
After watching a few lake crossings, my daughter summoned up the courage to attempt one herself - paddling determinedly out 100 yards or so to a rocky island, which she then claimed as her own and anointed with her namesake before leaping off and searching out other, higher promontories from which to leap. Well done, I said. Well, that happened, she replied. #swimlikeagirl
The rest of the weekend was filled with trail runs, SUPing, hiking, mountain biking (including the ever-awesome Downieville Downhill), and sitting down to long and delicious family style meals at the rustic and beautiful Gold Lake Lodge. Between adventures, the kids ran unencumbered with the other urchins who were spending the weekend at the lodge - catching butterflies, snakes, beetles, and a marmot (almost). The husband and I did near-seamless tradeoffs so that we each got our fix in before 9 AM, leaving the remainder of the day for family-orientated fun. Four days later we dragged ourselves off the mountain, did the long slog down Highway 80, and arrived home with six hours to spare before the grind of the real world began at 6 AM Monday morning.