Yesterday morning we came back to Golden. The place with the kayaks and Clear Creek. Andy had games to bet spread out throughout the day, so we could never be far from the laptop. We did have a two hour break to lay out in the sun and play in the rushing water. Andy waded out into the stream (which was difficult with the current and the slippery rocks) and balanced impossible rocks on top of other rocks jutting out from the water. It was fun to sit back on a big boulder by the edge and watch the kayakers and tubers float by and point and make comments about the “sculptures”. I meant to go back with the camera, but it didn’t happen.

While we were on our way to the creek, walking along the path that boarders the river and the RV park I saw a dog attached to a leash that had tangled himself around the jack under the back of one of the mammoth busses parked in the RV park. I jumped over the wooden split rail fence and shimmied on my butt and back underneath and began to unwind him. A guy came out from the next RV and started to talk to Andy saying that he had heard the dog crying for a while. While I was untangling him I smelled something awful. I thought that I must be positioned under the septic tank or something. I shimmied out, stood up and immediately noticed that I had dog crap smeared all over the top of my leg and shorts. I started yelling, “GROSS!!!! GROSS!!!!! OH GROSS!!!!” and ran for the lake. I jumped straight in to the freezing cold while still repeating the word gross. I can’t be sure, but I believe my husband was laughing at me.

Tonight we’re back at Cherry Creek. We’re going to stay until Thursday while Andy cracks the whip down on himself and gets some baseball research done.