Don't tell me I actually ENJOYED swimming...

Swimming is actually starting to grow on me.

We spent a long time at secret place today. I didn't feel much like cliff jumping, so I swam to the inlet we jump into and climbed various rock faces and jumped in from there.

These guys that got there shortly after me were throwing floats into the water to swim with after they jumped. One guy accidentally lodged his between the rock face and a tree growing out of the side of the cliff.
After they left I scaled the wall and retrieved it. Mine now. I like to earn my life-preservers.

Adrian and I tried to fish. Yes, it was a joint effort. The brim are too small to bite at my rooster tail on my rod (although they find it interesting and linger around it) but they are not dumb enough to come near a net with no bait. So, I dangled my line in the water (while floating on my stolen floatie) and Adrian sat in the rock seat with the net catching the fish I distracted. And by "the fish" I mean "one fish" that I named Terrence and told Adrian to set free.

I get way too attached to my kills.


Then I floated out unto the middle. This surprised me. Usuallly, I hate the idea of being trapped in an area surrounded by water but today I didn't give a fuck so I rocked out that floatie and casted out my sister's Scooby Doo fishing rod. Caught... nothing. Who cares? It's all about the story.

We all swam and floated around for a good while longer and watched some dumbass rednecks consider jumping from impossible points on the ledge and talk about how a 30+ foot cliff is, "Only 'bout 14 feet."




It was a good day.
And... sunburn free. (I would usually hyperlink to my posts on sunburn, but I think I did so like five posts ago, so I'm good for a while).