Oldie but a goodie

The Montana folk out there might recognize those rocks. This was taken in July 2005, when Michael and Christa took Doug and I up to Jocko Falls with some of the older kids while Mom watched the littlest swimmers. He started to dive, then thought, "Hmmm. . .maybe not a good idea to go in head first from this height." So he tried to correct. So he belly flopped. In that cold, cold water (I know that theoretically water is supposed to freeze at 32*, but I'm pretty sure that that water never gets warmer than about 15*--even in July). Given the way he hit and the pain afterward, we suspect he may have cracked a rib and may have had a minor concussion. And the next morning, he went hiking. In the Missions. With my brothers. It was a rough vacation. Side that caused him pain every time he coughed, sneezed, laughed, turned or breathed too deeply. Knees that revolted against the steepness of the Missions and pretty much stopped working for him. But at least we got a photo of him looking like a black-clad Superman.