Yesterday, Adam and I took the boys to Stanley, Idaho to play in the fresh mountain air and take a dip in the deep blue waters of Redfish Lake, which sits at the base of the Sawtooth Mountain Range.
These jagged, snow capped mountain peaks rise over 10,000 feet high in all their majesty. Just the sheer beauty of the Sawtooth Mountains is enough to take your breath away....but, as we found out during our late June dip, so is stepping into the lake filled by the recent snow-melt.
Aaaaiiieeee!
Just like that, a thousand needles are poking into your skin. I mean, this water is so cold that it can only be rivaled by the frigid waters of the Oregon Coast. If you have ever been there, you know what I'm talking about. As I stepped into Redfish Lake yesterday, cringing all the while, I was suddenly taken back to my childhood, during one of our many camping trips to the Oregon coast. The weather was chilly (which is normal on the coast during the summer)the wind was whipping the sand around, blowing it painfully against my bare legs, and the water, oh the water, was so cold. There was no relief, and yet I played, because there was something intoxicating about running from the waves as they came crashing to the shore and slowly spread up the beach, and then chasing them as they receded back into the ocean, before the next wave would start me running away again.
I saw that same child-like awe yesterday as Isaiah and Caleb waded through the frigid water just so they could climb onto the dock.
Then in an effort to warm up, they would brave the water again, walk onto the shore and warm themselves on the hot sand.
Regardless of how cold the water was, how blue their lips turned and how hard their teeth chattered, they were going to seize the opportunity to play on the dock, roll in the sand, touch the fresh water and just 'be'.
How much better can it get?
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