I went swimming today with my sister, in the river again. With her around to drag me out if I hit my head or something, I was brave enough to try the big drop this time around. Our river just had a “restoration” project that added three drops to make the otherwise flat water interesting to kayakers, so we have three chutes of rock with roiling whitewater at the bottom, spaced a hundred or so feet apart, right near the bridge carrying the highway overhead and its accompanying pedestrian bridge.

It’s nearly as good as fluming in Ouray, minus the public spectacle part. The big drop is about eight feet long, four high. The water at the bottom is easily seven feet deep, enough that I couldn’t touch the bottom before the current pushed me half way to the next drop.

I’m bruised, sore, cut on my toe, and happy.