On Saturday, #1 was invited to an evening swim party, and #5 fell into a fit of pathetic sobbing because he wanted to go swimming too. Normally, we, his parents, don't give in to crying; but his tears must have struck a chord with Kent who offered to take him to the river. We grabbed some towels and camp chairs and drove two minutes to the bottom parking lot of the Provo River Trail. The rope swing is about 3/4 of a mile upstream, so we enjoyed a nice evening walk together, too.
The wind picked up as we reached the water, but the children were only briefly deterred by the icy water and cooling air. Truly, it sounds more windy in the video than it was.
Kent and I figured that kids would naturally know to let go of the rope, but that was not a safe assumption to make. #4 just dragged into the water and then hung there, not wanting to get all the way wet. We didn't bring a life jacket, which was also adding to the hesitancy. Once they figured out to stuff swim noodles in their bathing suits, though, they all four had a great time.
And, of course, the first scenery I had upon entering my house. This is in the kitchen. The kids all stripped pretty quickly to go rinse off in a warm shower.