When you look up from your gardening and you see three boys walking through the pasture toward the creek , one with a sled in his hand, and you know without a doubt that it is, indeed, the middle of June not the middle of January, you simply have to drop the trowel, grab your camera, and follow.
Somehow, you know this is gonna be good…
They call it ‘creek surfing’ (do your kids make up their own entertainment, then name it, too?) and I have to say that it looks like it could rival any waterpark ride I’ve seen!
After watching and shooting several runs, I think I can describe for you how it’s done:
It all begins at the low bridge where you stand, shivering in your shoes. Take a deep breath, then with the sled held firmly in hand in front of you, leap off the bridge and hit the water, steering with your body and legs. Boy-scream a lot. Get your bearings on the flat water, then boy-scream a lot more as you prepare to get shot around a curve straight into a patch of white water before you land in a calm eddy at the corner. Climb to the bank and explode into whooping and hollering as you dodge mega-splashes from your brothers. Hand the sled to the next shivering boy, and repeat.
People? Remember me talking about the more in this less sort of living we’re doing?
This is that.
Wishing you the loveliest of weekends, friends! What are your plans?