So we picked up all 
our stuff; our change of clothes, food, sandwiches, fruit, cupcakes, towels and tereré and went walking. The ranger in charged looked at us kind of funny and said, "you can't take that down there. The waterfalls and swimming area is 80 meters down". Oscar and Pastor Pedro were out of sight with Edson and half of the food, so we said, oh well, let's take it.This was going to be FUN!
It was hot out and I was already dreaming of that cristal-clear water that was clean enough to drink, probably. I took my trusty little crocs and a skirt so I could just slip off my skirt to go diving into this wonderful, cool water falls.
The path was getting worse and I was getting worried...how WOULD we get all this stuff down there? ...okay, 80m X 3ft. is...240 feet down...down a cliff! Where was Oscar? Where was Edson? Where were the kids? I was looking down a cliff and all I saw were rocks, sticks, 'tarzan' vines, and roots. I had bags on my back, my slippery crocs and a skirt on.
Oh no! I wasn't sure this was going to work...
My wonderful outing just went down a cliff!
7 comments:
FINISH THE STORY!!! (I want to see that cliff. :)
Still looks much warmer that Mar's trip to Ottawa! FINISH THE STORY!!!
I don't like blogs that are too long to even read. I have to break this up to be more interesting. Plus, after not writing for a week, I have to have a catcher to get you back into reading this, right?
We get the idea, Karen! These kind of portioned out stories used to be called Cliffhangers. Yours just happens to include the cliffs.
Meanwhile ...back at the eroding path...!
That's a good one, Aunt Heidi! I laughed out loud at your comment!
I just wanted SOMEBODY to suffer through it with me...I am STILL sore from head to foot. Now...just think of how hard it is to run after a toddler. He doesn't ache a bit. He climb the thing like a little ant and he's STILL up and running!
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