Little John plunged out of the back eddy below Slugundy Falls, letting the current grab him and whip him around the smooth wall of the gorge, spitting him out in a foam of white into the open water of he gorge. It was perhaps the third time he’d let the current spin him like a washing machine while RobinHood perched apprehensively on the thin ledge, not sure how willing he was to let the current pummel him along.
Little John tried to coax him in by telling him how much fun it was (this sentiment simultaneously conveyed by the whoops and hollers he let out as he was whisked about). Still pensive, the friendly urging had little effect on RobinHood. Finally, Little John resorted to the method of communication familiar to any two boys who have known each other their entire lives. The taunting began: “if you don’t jump in once before I go again, you’re a wuss.”
When this still had no effect, Little John plunged in again, his head disappearing beneath the froth. Just as he was being whipped by the ledge on which RobinHood remain perched, his head broke the plain of the water just long enough for him to let out the word: “wuss!” before disappearing once more beneath the torrent. RobinHood let out an audible “aargh!” And threw himself off the ledge to be swept into the whirlpool. He emerged in the open water declaring loudly how awesome the ride had been.
Then he and little John kept playing in the waves. When finally it was time to walk once more, lIttle John declared that this waterfall and gorge had made the trip.
We’ve had many streams and waterfalls to the point that it sometimes seems like we’re walking on water. It’s meant swimming four or five times each day in some scenic swimming holes. The kids are now expert river forders.