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Edited on Mon Apr-23-07 06:23 PM by Whoa_Nelly
BF and I were driving up to the Kaweah River to go swimming just down the road from the Kings Canyon National Park.
Excitedly, I said to him, "When we get up there am just going to drown myself!"
We waded into a shallow and calm culvert area of the river, and planned to go no farther in as it was June snow melt, and the river was running pretty fast.
I dunked my head under to cool off, and suddenly was caught in an undercurrent and dragged upstream toward a deep whirlpool.
BF ran fast as I moved swiftly upriver. Right before the whirlpool was a large boulder. I saw three possible handholds. I missed the first two, grabbed onto the third one. Just as my fingers slipped off, BF grabbed my hand and literally pulled me up to standing on top of the boulder.
I started laughing. He asked if I was hysterical. I kept laughing and said, "No! I am just so fucking happy!" Now, where's the Bota Bag of wine?"
Was pretty shaky for a while after that, and to this day, am uncomfortable in deep or moving water.
Be careful what you wish for...
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