I’m still stuck on this river thing. Today I did look into it more and I feel like this is something that maybe actually could happen. After reading through some info, people’s opinions, and stories, I looked up the place where on the river we used to swim as kids. It’s a little over 1000M wide, probably closer to 1100. That’s not that far, and unless I’m completely underestimating or off about something, an hour seems like a good guess.

It motivated me again to move more today at least. We put air in the tires so I biked around for a while and down to the lookout tower and back. Some people had come to fish. I saw my daughter on a walk and asked her where she was going. She was heading down to the beach but didn’t have any shoes on. So I parked my bike and walked with her but we had to walk slow because her feet were sensitive on the rocks. By then the sun had set more and it wasn’t particularly warm so jumping in was not appealing.

“Well don’t overdo it”, he said, “We don’t need you catatonic for the next three days.” I was lying on my back on the floor in our bedroom, pushing an 8lb weight into the air. It was the one that was close. I admittedly have never swam in prolonged open water currents, so I do not know what that would be like. But that’s kind of what I’m wanting to know. What would it be like to swim across a running river? It’s at least fun to dream.