I’ve always delighted in a sense of individuality. I don’t bend easily to other people’s whims. I don’t often follow the crowd. I just walk my own road. Pride myself on it, really. So it was not normal for me to do something as stupid as I did last summer.
Well, it might be normal for me to do something as stupid as I did last summer, but if it is, I’m blissfully unaware of it.
My Captain and I were on our annual trip to Glacier, Montana. We were visiting our friend Peggy, who introduced us to our new friends Gigi, and Sue, who introduced us to the evils of swimming in glacial meltwater.
“What?!” you cry?
I know, I know. I feel the same way. What kind of idiot swims in glacial meltwater?
This one does.
You see, we were rafting down the McDonald Creek in West Glacier,
Almost a mini cliff, really. And the ladies informed us that it was tradition for newcomers to the creek to jump in from the rock.
So we did.
“What?!” you exclaim.
I know, I know. What kind of idiots do something so illogical just because others before them did it?
And it was colder than the contents of a million ice cream cones. (Please don’t ask me where I got that metaphor.)
We are talking the mother of all ice cream headaches.
I became one big goose pimple. And at my weight, its more like a goose boil.
Funny? I guess. Worth it? Well, I can tell you I will never do it again…..
…..I’ll do something equally stupid, most assuredly, but it will be different.