Game day was all wet
Lamentably game day was canceled. WO left early and BE was busy with some fall projects. DA was off buying a guitar of some sort. JK, MR, and I were the only ones to show. The highlight of the week just swept under the carpet, how sad.
JK had a great idea, swimming at the verona open pit. Yaw! MR tagged along but wouldn't put a suit on. We appreciated his company none-the-less and he was able to snap a few pictures.
The water was cold after the first jump, cool after the second jump, and swimable after the third. Perhaps it was because our skin was de-sensitized from hitting the water (or maybe our brains were a bit mixed up from the fall).
The evening was beautiful as the trees hinted of the fall colors that were about to abound. To my dismay the exotic teal green color of the clear water was gone and everything seemed so much darker as the sun poked in and out of the evening autumn clouds.
The Pit
My friends took me to a place I had never been. You might say it was a whole new level.... with steep rock walls and water at the bottom!
Just outside of Ramsay there is an open mine pit from days long ago. Its filled with water and perfect for diving. The walls are steep and almost vertical. I tried to swim down to the bottom where the water line meets the rock but its incredibly deep. I made it as far as to where the thermal layer was and the day light started to fade. It freaked me out to go any deeper.
The water is very still and clear with a slight tropical green color. Not a scummy inland lake green but a very exotic look. Coming up from a deep dive the surface of the water looks as if it is inches away even though it may be 10' away. The pit was warm and refreshing. I didn't jump from too high up but I got some good pics of the more daring folks diving/falling in.
High diving – or just free falling
A friend showed me a place near where I grew up that totally caught me by surprise. It was a 25' - 30' ledge overlooking a deep pocket on the montreal river. Tucked away off the beaten path one would think it was seldom visited but by the debris on the ground and walking paths it was well known, except to me.
The river was a dark foreboding color that hid everything. If DA hadn't jumped the week before and before me I probably wouldn't have tried. But he did, and so not wanting to pass the experience up I jumped as well. It was a real rush but as I found myself swimming around in the murky river water I realized that was more unnerving than actually jumping into it!