Has Anyone Seen Any Green-Grey Underpants?

Late post? No way.

3 mile trek to Snow Lake. 6 miles round trip.

The initial shock of doing something other than sit in front of a computer was quite daunting. Moderate difficulty? Graham, you liar. But as the hike went on, we all (I think) got used to it. The group eventually split up into its normal sub groups with the speed walkers club (Warren & Pete) blazing forward, inbetweenies (Jarold, Kristie, Anabelle, and Graham (although Graham and Anabelle transitioned between the inbetweenies and speed walkers)), and the caboose (Gavin and Pat). It was a very pleasant walk except for the man eating flies that were everywhere.

The views of the lake were well worth it though. The water was still, sitting on dark rock, creating a mirror for the clouds to look at themselves as they passed overhead.

Gotdamn, walking up a 3 mile hill is tiring. Gotta wash this dirt and sweat off somehow. I know! Let's all strip down and jump into the freezing lake!

Cold? This isn't cold. You want cold? Try The River Thames.

So the Brits happily wade and swim into Snow Lake.


My lovely of course is from the land of no lower than 70 degrees fahrenheit. Ever. She can't get past half a foot deep into it. She's right though. This lake is cold.



Pat: "Come on California and Hawaii!"

Kristie's frozen and won't move so I strap her on like a backpack and we wade into the water. We're in about 10 minutes and it's time to get out. I told you, it was cold.

20 feet into the bushes to change.

Jarold: "Ewww. Look, someone's underwear."
Kristie: "Gross."
Jarold: "Let's toss it into the bushes."

That'll teach them.

Pat is the last to leave the lake. Yorkshire-ians like the cold, I guess? He goes diggin into his backpack for his change of clothes.





Pat: "Has anyone seen any green-grey underpants?!"
Kristie: "..."
Jarold: "Whoops."

Check it out: The Snow Lake Flickr Set.