July 11, 2011
Into the river
Every afternoon at camp, we put on bathing suits and pile into boats: canoes and sailboats for some of us, a fast speedboat for Tie-Dye Brother-in-law, and a couple of old boats with very sketchy outboard motors for everyone else. The river has thousands of islands, but our favorite is just outside our bay: it’s got a shelf of rock that extends into the deep water for those who like to wade in gradually, several smaller islands to swim to, and a cliff for those who like to jump.
Taekwondo Nephew always leaps right off the island into the cold water right away, just so he can brag that he was the first one in. The rest of us spread out towels out on the rock, with the fair-skinned members of the family claiming the small patch of shade under the very small stand of pine trees. Then we spend the next couple of hours swimming, sunning, talking, and fighting over whatever snacks anyone thought to bring along.
Top photo: My daughter, four of my nieces, and Boy in Black’s girlfriend decide to take the plunge together.
Posted by jo(e)