After going in the lake yesterday, I'm covered in spots. I'm itchy. I'm prickly. My mother gave me some Old Man Cream (anti-itch something-or-other that smells like menthol and liver spots) and I'll be darned if that stuff doesn't work! I guess smelling like Grandpa Waddlebutton's kneecaps isn't all that bad after all.
In other news, the river up by Entiat that flows from Silver Falls is a wild and crazy playground if you're a dog who thinks that frolicking in glacial runoff is a great idea. I can't believe Lucy the Adventure Dog didn't go over a steep edge a few times. She looked a little surprised to find herself up to her shoulders at one point, but she jumped right back in for more soon after. We didn't do any sub-zero skinnydipping, this time; there were children present.
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