Doc had one full day off, it was a hot day, and we wanted to do something fun and cool. So into the mountains we went, where we found this lovely swimming hole with plenty of shallowness for stress-free munchkin swimming.
And my husband is fearless.
And I realize this is a 10 foot high jump. Maybe 12.
But I’m scared of heights.
Even measly little 10 foot drops into crystal clear pockets of water make me want to call my mom.
But I also have pride.
Unfortunately it won’t let me call my mom and worse, it makes me do things that scare me.
I took the camera back and, um, deleted a few photos he had gotten of me standing on the rock writhing and wringing my hands. There are just some things Posterity can do without.
I hung out in the shallow end with my munchkin and hoped that she didn’t inherit my obnoxious fear of heights. But if she has, I just hope she didn’t inherit the drama to go with it!