This past weekend I was once again reminded that thwarted plans aren’t such a bad thing.
|Stephanie at Wahclella Falls|
Are you surprised that a group of us decided to swim in for a closer look?
There was a small alcove with some sunny rocks, so we stayed for a while, regaining the feeling in our limbs and—of course—building a raft with some driftwood, a nalgene bottle, and the zip-off bottoms of Ben’s pants. It held together pretty well, but somewhere along the lines Ben lost the keys to his car.
|Cally with our raft|
|The mad-hott jumpsuit|
|Picnic with the group|