Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The Swimmin' Hole, a Near Tragedy, and Foul Mouthed Neighbors
Mark and the kids got right in the cold water the moment we reached the spot Cassie had in mind. I had put on my quick dry shorts and a quick dry shirt thinking I might want to jump in myself. And it wasn't more than a few minutes before I started in.
I couldn't remember putting it back on after getting out the first time. But I put my shirt back on. Which means I had forgotten my ring was there and it got tossed aside into the grass, OR I HAD put it back on and lost it in the cold water (your fingers shrink in cold water! I've lost one that way before at Jacks Fork!).
That meant it was likely in the grass.
I was about ready to give up on it, but Mark and the kids were looking diligently and Mark wasn't giving up. I was trying to be cavalier about it so as not to put a damper on everyone else's vaction, but inside I was a little panicked and seriously bummed . Just as I thought all was lost I felt something under the ball of my right foot. Underneath it, pressed into the mud, was my ring.
Then it was back to camp and for a run-in with our new neighbors -- a group of late teen-ish underwear showin', skinny jean wearin', "pants on the ground", foul-mouthed, giggly a**ed, pot smokin' emo-ish ... boys ... who were annoying to say the least. On the other side, Mark said we had people who stayed up late into the night talking about dog breeding.
Next time, reservations at Moraine Park. And a walk-in.
This was the Groves' las night in the park. They would pack and leave in the morning. Wow. That went quick.