So in honor of this fantabulous day in Texas, we went around town and took photos of the kids and then went "fishing" at Lake Whitney. I say fishing, but you know. We have three kids who grew up in Detroit.
Anyway. We get to the river and see this sign as we have our gear in tote.
Clay asks what it meant and so with my wealth of unlimited knowledge explain to my unknowing son that it meant the river can get undercurrents and watch out etc. Kids shouldn't play around here without a parent blah blah blah...I said all the wise things a mother would say.
We get to this lovely spot but the water is only like 4 inches deep. Not a CHANCE are we catching a fish. So it was cute as the kids fished and I feared for the safety of my perfectly unscarred face as Hannah would cast. I would duck from Hannah only to have to Matrix myself back to dodge Clay's cast.
We're going along and we hear this horn shooting over from the Dam. Loud. And. Clear. We look and keep fishing.
Then about oh, I would say 1:43 later, the boulders that we around began to be covered by water. So I now remember why the horn went off. The DAM was releasing water. So I tell Clay to start going back and grab Hannah, who had just cast off and begin to drag her back. We all make it back with wet feet and I realize I had grabbed the tackle box, that was open on the bottom.
So what do I do? I go out there and save the day. You ask why Amos didn't get out there? #1: He's got a stinkin Masters so that makes him smart. #2 I said I would since it was my fault and all I had on my feet was Crocs. He had at least 12 layers of feet protection on. #3 I thought it was just going back out there like real quick and back. I didn't know the water was rising with every dramatic step.
So he took the pictures of me. I'm only showing you these two. As he snaps, He says "Mariah! Smile for your blog!"
Now a little FYI here. When I made my trek out there, all that water was not there. Just a creek flowing through. See those boulders out there? Ya. That's where we were. My orphaned tackle items, on that bit-o-land right where my hands are. I am racing the water to get there. Can you feel the excitement people!!! I was RACING the CURRENT. It was rough. I barely made it back. It was like the Coast Guard when they go rescue Fisherman on Deadliest Catch!
The water was nice and cool. The rocks, not so much. Take note of the boulders. Bye bye.
When we left we saw this guy. Smart. Waders. Oh and see the grass in the middle? That's the grass in the first rescue picture. Whew. I barely made it.
All is safe and sound. Tackle box and all.
And this means so much more now.
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