Over the weekend my kids and I went on a short drive to the Colorado River.
At first we just hung out along the shore.
However, it was a hot day, so we all decided to go in and cool off. It worked. The water was freezing* cold. It was refreshing though.
Togers and I decided to go for a swim. We turned around when the current started pushing him downstream, and the water was too deep for him to touch the bottom.
After getting him back to shore, I decided to see how far out I could go. My kids said I swam about halfway across the river. I think it was closer to a third of the way. I stopped and turned around when I realized how strong the current really was.
I could hear Mr M yelling something to me from the shore, but I couldn't hear what. As I swam back, I could make out that he was calling for me to come back. When I got to the bank, he ran out and gave me a big hug.
Me: What's wrong? Did you think something was going to happen to me?
Mr M: Yeah.
Me: I wasn't going to drown. You know that, right?
Mr M: I know.
Me: So what did you think might happen?
Mr M: I thought a whole bunch of ducks were going to come peck out your eyes.
Lucky for me, they didn't. I'm sure they were contemplating it though, in their little duck minds. Fucking ducks.
*Ok, so maybe not freezing**
**But I'm a long way away from the guy who used to wet wade in fifty-five degree water on the Green River. It seems as though I've had to trade in my cold tolerance to be able to survive a summer in the Mojave desert.