kev & mal brower: Mt. Hood, continued...

Five days of camping is a long time with no real shower. By day four, I had had enough of the stank and told the boys to go to the lake to wash their stank off. We decided on the beautiful Trillium Lake, which surprisingly, was not cold! You would think, being below a glacier, it would be freezing. We later found out that it was only 10 feet deep in the middle so we figured that to be the reason for the unusual warmth.

Kevin recently decided he needed a new hobby (sigh) and became a certified free diver. He can now successfully hold his breath for 3 min, and dive down 65 feet with just fins, goggles and a snorkel. He wanted to try out all his new, necessary he says, free diving gear at Trillium. To his disappointment, it was only 10 feet deep in the deepest section. And there were no sunken ships or treasures.

Ok and his whole outfit? Lets just say he is making my childhood nightmare into reality. Not cool Kevin, not cool. I don't like you as Scuba Steve.

If you are unaware of my childhood nightmare of Scuba Steve, here is the story: When I was little I would have a continuous dream of a man dressed in an all black wet suit (with a hood, just like Kevins), black fins, black goggles, and a black snorkel. This crazy man would walk to the doorway of my room, covered in seaweed and all wet, breathing like Darth Vader. He would then just sit there and stare at me. OHhh it was a great nightmare...

Scuba Steve.

The next day we decided to try out the local Alpine Slide. As you can tell, the boys were excited. You never want to get stuck behind a slowie on this slide, so you have to plan your position well. Well since I was too busy taking pictures, I got stuck behind a little fat kid. Not good. I waited for him for as long as the workers would let me up top. This did nothing. I quickly met up with him and, no kidding, yelled "FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!!" This didn't work. So my ride sucked.