Friday, November 19, 2010

Sweet Revenge

As you recall, in an earlier post I was mistaken for my wife’s father, which I suspect gave her some pleasure. There is a follow-up to that story.
In the summer of 2009, we rented a cabin and shared a vacation with my brother and sister-in law at World’s End State Park.  It is one of our favorite Pennsylvania State Parks, mostly because the cabins are close to the Loyalsock River.
One afternoon, while alternately floating in the river’s chilly currents and sunning ourselves on the pebbly shore, we spotted two young kids, probably brother and sister, float into sight from upstream. They stopped at a rocky outcrop on the far shore and scrambled out the water to about eight feet up the rock ledge. After a quick look down, they both, in turn, leapt from the rock feet first with obvious glee. They had found a diving spot in the river and revealed its secret to us.
Martha and I never passed up an opportunity to fling ourselves into space and unknown icy depths, especially when the leap’s safety was already proven by a couple of children.
So we paddled, upstream for our own happy try. Martha climbed up first, and without hesitation, leapt into the deep, narrow pool.  I, on the other hand, made several false runs, to assure myself that the momentum would carry me to the proper place in the stream.
“Go on man” said the impertinent young boy. “If that old lady can do it, you can do it, too!”  And so, with a big grin on my face, I did.
Martha, not too happy with her new title, climbed back up onto the rock, and with her usual panache, performed a perfect headlong dive into the jagged rocky hole.
Not bad for an old lady.

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