Yosemite

The weekend was filled with hiking, climing, eating, mallow roasting, ice swimming, and tent camping with our good ol' Burbank friends. Those guys are the best of the best.

As soon as we arrived, the boys (minus Shane) wanted to go for a swim. The girls (and Shane), were perfectly content with our feet in the water and wading up to our knees. The water was bitterly freezing. It made every joint in your body scream in agony.

After some time passed, Kim and I toughed it out, staying fully clothed with no intention to allow the water to creep past our knees. We discovered a strategy: team work. Holding hands and moving one at a time, across the jagged rocks on the floor of the river bed. Our feet hurt, we were cold, but we kept on. We had to make it to the giant rock in the middle of the river. If the boys could, we could too. And we did, but we got wet. Soaking wet.