Last week Cyndi, Lakota and I, headed up the mountain for a few days of rest and relaxation. Now that I’m back I’ve found that I’m simply too overwhelmed to know where to begin on my updates about it so I’ll be randomly giving tiny details about the trip.
Lakota and I spent some good quality time climbing across the creek stones. She slipped a couple of times and got a small gash on one knee and possibly twisted her other knee, so that was that. From then on out it was nothing but swimming and tossing stones.
The first day we got up there we found this yellow rope tied to the high branches of a tree near the swimming hole. This rope gave danger a new name as there was really no possible way that one could swing out far enough into the creek to not land on the deadly rocks just below the surface of the water. I managed to get the rope down and Lakota and I used it for something a bit safer.
She would swim out in her inner tube as far as the rope would allow, then I’d pull her back in as fast as I possibly could. While I was exhausted at the end of the day it was well worth it as I’ve rarely seen her happier.
We tried various things to add to the excitement. I pulled her in backwards, she’d stand on rocks on the other side and I’d pull her off of them. She’d wrap her legs around the rope and get pulled while watching the clouds. I had to of pulled her in hundreds of times and each was as fun as the time before.
We tried to do it again after a huge rain that raised the water level by nearly a foot, but Lakota found that the current was just a bit too strong for her liking…but we still had fun.
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