If the river wants it, LET HER KEEP IT!

Remember from my previous post, when the river tried to take my daughter it swiped one of her favourite shoes. A teal 'Croc' (Seen in this picture, This was taken earlier that day, she was writing in her "journal")

Anyhoo the next day I was driving into town with the kids and my girlfriend and we stopped at the side of the road to see if the shoe might have gotten caught down river a bit. You can't get down to the river from there but we can just see through all the brush. There's a grouping of fallen trees and wouldn't you know it but there is the shoe bobbing away as if to say "come get me". I knew if I was careful I could make my way down river to it.

I don't know what possessed me but I backed up to the path, parked the car and we all climbed down to the river's edge again. I kicked off my flipflops and decided to go it barefoot. It wasn't that bad, but after 5 minutes of careful navigating I figured I had better wait till I had on my watershoes and a bathing suit. It was slow going as I balanced on rocks and boulders just under the surface of the water. I was literally one rock away from getting out when I lost my balance and went ass first into a deeper spot. I was laughing as I went down, so was Lissa and the kids.

A second later I realized that being closer to the waterfall then we were the day before meant that the current was stronger and I landed in a really bad spot. It's bazarre because the water really wasn't that deep, but I was off balance enough and there wasn't a large enough rock for me to brace against. I also realized quickly as I found my self swept along, that if I got pulled out a little farther then it was going to be much harder for me.

When I stopped laughing my youngest started panicking, my oldest just held on to my nephew and didn't say anything. Lissa was trying to make light of it all as if I was playing around, and look at silly mummy/aunti who got all her clothes soaked.

Me I had two thoughts going through my brain:
1- I refuse to drown in front of my children
2- Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck,Ohf@ck

I managed to thow my weight against another rock. To be spacific my knee impacted, with all 158lbs of me holding it in place, then I wedged my foot somewhere and got my balance back, pulling my self out of the water.

Obviously I escaped (yes escaped 'cause the bitch didn't make it easy) with a scraped foot and a puncture right on my knee cap. It was a deep dent when I first looked at it and didn't hurt...for the first couple minutes then.... muddafuddaouch! The cut sealed better then I thought it would, the bone hurt like a bitch and has a lovely bruise bloching it a bit but aside from some stiffness I'm fine.

The moral of the story. Man, never underestimate the power behind a simple river and if you feel the need to lecture your children then be sure to pay attention yourself.

I mentioned in the comments that we came home a day early. It had nothing to do with these two events. Wednesday evening (the day I fell in) There was a massive storm that hit the area and knocked out all the power in the entire Muskoka area and Algonquin. Where we were they didn't expect to have it fixed for 3-5 days. That is why we ended up coming home Thursday. 12 hours of no power and carrying buckets of lake water up to the bathroom so we could flush was enough for me. Don't get me wrong I don't mind roughing it, but after what had happened over the previous couple days I wasn't in the mood.

It made me wonder though, which god(ess) was pissed off to throw that kind of temper- tantrum. Could it be because they only got one croc?