We are just on the heels of summer and can’t get enough of this beautiful California sunshine. This weekend we decided we couldn’t waste a DROP of it, so we headed to the Santa Cruz mountains for a little nature exploration. Just up the river from the popular hangout Garden of Eden, my fiance and his brother and I decided to walk down this incredibly steep path to a quiet little spot along the river. It was all ours.
So, here I am with these two macho dudes who are in incredible shape, nothing can deter them. They hunt and do backflips and other badass, manly things us mere mortals aren’t capable of. The water is cold. They’re splashing around in it like it’s no problem, and invite me to come in. I, not wanting to seem like a debby downer or a total square (I mean, I did come on this awesome adventure with them), played it cool and casually agreed to come in. Well, this water was so cold – and I’m talking REALLY cold. So cold that I actually yelled aloud without realizing it when I started to submerge myself in there. So much for playing it cool. Once I got to my waist, I immediately regretted my decision. Why did I come here and why did I think I could hang with these guys? My whole body is numb. This is what Jack must’ve felt like while Rose took up that whole damn headboard. I am on the verge of tears but I keep telling myself ::I will *not* cry in front of these macho dudes:: ::I will *not* cry in front of these macho dudes:: ::I will *not* cry in front of these macho dudes::
At this point I grab my [hypothetical] balls and just jump in. It had to be done. I swam to the other side of the river, and hung out on the opposite bank, which thankfully was exposed to the sun. The three of us had a little photo shoot and I watched these brothers be brothers and all their shenanigans from the safety of the warm sand. I wrapped a towel around my body and turns out that being wrapped in a towel along side a river while wearing a huge pair of sunglasses makes you look like a model. Don’t believe me? Look at the pics below.
When it came time to leave, I had to endure the cold once again to get back to the other side of the river. I survived it – and maybe screamed a little again – but I still survived it! Maybe I’m one of the macho dudes after all.