Cliff jumping adventure

So Zach and Chad decided they wanted Rachel and I to go cliff jumping with them. I'm not sure why since they know us very well and are therefore aware that Rachel and I don't do much physical activity beyond walking around the mall. Nor do we take many risks beyond trying new shades of highlights in our hair. There was some negotiating: the boys wanted to leave for the river at 8:00am, we wanted to leave at 9:00; the boys wanted to go straight there, we wanted to stop for breakfast; the boys wanted us to rough it, we wanted to bring snacks and tanning oil.

Solution: they picked us up at 9:15, stocked with Einstein's Bagels and McDonald's Egg McMuffins per our request. Chilled Diet Coke, water, and snacks for later were waiting in a cooler. And of course we brought our tanning oil.

After our bagels and McMuffins we were psyched (especially Zach).



But the boys weren't too clear about how long the hike was. It was long. We had on flip-flops. My legs got scratched a lot.



This gate was deceiving. No gate, you are not the gate to swim hole, you are the gate to a 325 mile treacherous path full of big scary rocks that I have to climb and bugs. Well played gate, well played.


We finally got there and the boys climbed up on this scary cliff. They acted real tough, but once they were up on top there was a lot of slowly looking down at the water and talking quietly to eachother then slowly looking at the water again.


Me and Rachel yelled, "Jump pussy!" (sorry mom) Which helped.


Then Rachel got mad because I made her do "the dance" and she wasn't very good at it.


The boys got mad that we weren't jumping (the water was cold, I saw at least 4 mini glaciers) so they punished us with this. Don't look at it too long or you're eyes will bleed.


Overall a successful cliff jumping adventure, mostly because I didn't jump off any cliffs, but instead laid there and ate those white cheddar Cheese-Its.