Like this event.
Attending that event (multiple times) gave me one of my best stories ever for "Story Time with Miss. G". The story of the naked Hippies. Seriously, 12 year olds LOVE this story. This story is one of my super-random-this-will-never-happen-again moments.
It was a beautiful hot day, which are few and far between in Barkerville and I decided that I would go down to the local swimming hole and just chill out for the day. When I got down there, much to my dismay, the swimming hole was overrun by naked hippies. A LOT of them. Like 100. Well... maybe 30. But that is still too many Naked Hippies to be hanging out with on my relaxing Sunday afternoon. So I walked up stream and around the corner until I found a nice little island in the middle of the creek where I could spread my towel, put on my shades and read my book in relative quiet and peace. Not ten minutes after I started to relax a loud voice from down by the naked Hippies announced that while the town of Wells was totally free and accepting of naked communal bathing, there were small children in the area, so if they could move to a more secluded area the townsfolk would appreciate it. So with joy and carefree abandon the naked hippies skipped up the creek and promptly joined me at MY perfect island oasis.
That's the back story. Amusing for sure.
This past weekend Arron and I took a drive about an hour out of Williams Lake to Moffat Falls. It was an AMAZINGLY beautiful, hot, sunshiney, love-filled, newlywed, picnic-ey type of day at the falls. We hiked in and down to the base, in love and hot and sweaty and began to wade in the cool waters of the river. Arron waded past his knees soaking his jeans. I suggested that he just take off his jeans and go swim in his boxers, we were alone after all. He declined worried that someone would come along. Approximately 1 minute later three young guys came trouncing down the trail making Arron very thankful that he had kept his pants on.
We waded across the creek (fully clothed) and as we were eating our picnic lunch, who should also come down the trail but a dozen hippies. Who, when reaching the bottom of the cliff proceeded without pause to strip down until they became a dozen naked hippies.
I laughed so hard. What are the chances that I would end up in a river with a bunch of naked hippies again? I laughed. And I laughed because this time, my husband who wouldn't take off his jeans to wade across the river, was now surrounded by naked hippies. I also was thankful, because now I got to share my naked hippie experience with someone I love.
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| Moffatt Falls before it got... busy.... |
People will inevitably wonder what we did.
Well... to be completely honest.... we joined them and went skivvy-dipping ;)
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| From the top of the falls |
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