Yesterday my husband and I went on a hike. Although we enjoy hiking together we have not been able to venture out on many trails this summer due to rather busy and conflicting schedules. However, it was refreshing to get back out into the canyon. We went to the Wind Caves - which is where he took me on our second date. It is a 1.3 mile hike one way and opens up a pretty view at the top. It's nice to work the legs and glutes, but my favorite part is all the random talking we do on these little adventures. It was a beautiful day.
On the way back home we decided to stop at 3rd dam and take a few jumps off of the bridge into the river below; he loves cliff diving; I love water. (This is one of our reverting back to childhood moments). But HOLY COW! The moment my body plunged into that current my whole body felt as if it might never be warm again. So freaking cold! It was seriously and literally shocking! I did jump once more, but merely for picture's sake (I do love pictures!) and decided to enjoy a sunny rock after that. Jason, however was more than happy to jump again and again; he has little reserve at moments like this and I admire his youthful inhibitions.
I, on the other hand just wanted to be warm again. It was like that moment you come in from the snow and put your fingers or toes under warm water to defrost them and it feels as if the warmth is attempting to bite those appendages off. I hate that feeling. Jason likes that feeling (weirdo), so it makes a little more sense. But good for him. I did get some fun pictures and promised to do it again with him next time - hopefully on a warmer day.
The good thing about it being so cold ... doctor recommended for the 'boys'.
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