Once a year we travel the road that my grandparents traveled over a hundred years ago in wagons to get wood for the winter. It is also a road my Grandma urged community workers to improved in the late 1800s so that visitors could enjoy the gorgeous glacier lake at the end of the trail.
Years ago (ever since I can remember going there as a young person) someone attached a sturdy rope to a tall tree on the shore that swings out into the freezing cold lake with a person attached to the end. The flight through the air is exhilarating and the hitting the water is stunning! It’s like diving into a big bucket of water full of ice cubes. Even at the height of summer there is water still flowing into the lake from the glacier on the other side which you will see below.
Still, the challenge of doing it never ceases to catch the imagination of the most daring. Here are a few shots of some of the people who dared. I should mention that I am NOT one of them. BUT several grandchildren are!
And here is the youngest member of Eyrealm, Oliver (5) to jump off the swing. After five tries and not daring to let go, he finally did it! With visions of a giant twix bar (the bribe) dancing in his head, this is the look of pure joy!
What a fun day! Oh if Grandma Jacobson could only see these kids and how they are enjoying “her place”!
"guided" -- one word for 2017
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