Nur Wenn
Sonne
Scheint
-Michael Zamora from the Morning News Blog
I spent a weekend discovering that I could never be a cliff diver; you have to climb up cliffs without wearing shoes, relying on only a frail rope for use in hauling yourself up over the parts where there are no holds, crawl over the barbed wire at the top only to stand over this rock drop-off and stare down at a waterfall emptying out into the water pooled way down below you.
It hurt, anyway, but it sure was a gorgeous thing, ah lordy.
So I spent Saturday on a boat, cliff diving at Hog Scald, rope swinging further up the cove, and tubing behind what we christened "the Party Boat" while listening to the Flaming Lips cranked up real loud. Aside from the beer and food (which certainly helped), it was already turning out to be a good day. Jeff's parents cooked us a whole bunch of food and let us just hang out while drinking and singing songs on their four-level deck that eventually led down to the lakeshore just below their house, which was amazing. My camera is broken though, so the entire day I wasn't able to get even just one crummy lil' picture of one excellent day spent with some fine folks.
I came back still as white as a sheet.