Sunday, September 26, 2010

Granite Point

I charged my camera today so I could take pictures of my Granite Point outing.  I remembered to pack my camera in my bag.  But did I bother to take one stinkin' picture?  Nope.  So let me attempt to sketch you a picture with words.

A small caravan of cars snaked through the winding hills outside Pullman, windows down and hair blowing in the warm breeze.  After a (relatively) short drive, we arrived at Granite Point, which is an outcropping of rocks along the Snake River.  I jumped out of the car and ran up to the top of the boulders.  As I stood on top of those rocks, wind whipping against me, I watched the white heads of choppy water march down the river.

Some people rock climbed.  Almost everyone jumped off a thirty foot rock into the river.  I waded in and lost my breath as the freezing water snatched at my ribs.  Despite the cold, it felt so wonderful to be in the water!  One of the things I really miss out here are lakes and the ocean, so it was exhilarating to be submerged in water!  Eventually I climbed dripping and numb from the river, shared a port-a-potty with a wasp, and arrived home in damp clothes and wild hair.  All in all, it was a fantastic afternoon.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Tali,
    I'm sorry, I had forgotten about blogs altogether. Reading yours was very fun and exciting (catching up on your life and all).
    On this blog post: even if you had taken pictures, they wouldn't have measured up, and your words were picture enough for me (perhaps better even).