Crystal Hot Springs.

On Saturday we tried to plug up the slide at Crystal Hot Springs. 

You have to wait 20 seconds between each rider and it is monitored by a half asleep high school boy at the top of the slide. There were no lights in the tubes and the night air provided a deep aqua hue in the tube. 

Our first run was unsuccessful, and I’m sure the high school kid was onto us. 

The second run we almost had a full chain stopped using all our mussels to resist the force of the water in the slippery tube. Drew was the caboose he was the last one left. We were all scared waiting for the impact of his body to slam into the back of the train. 

Non of us were prepared for what happened next. 

Drew’s body came screaming around the corner. I have never seen him so arrow dynamic, so slippery, so focused. He had turned his new gym body into a steel bobsled. The centripetal force of the slide shot drew up almost riding on the ceiling of the tube. And without touching any of us he surpassed us all and became the front runner. But as quick as he appeared he disappeared. Gaining a 10, 20 feet lead. 

It was a sight that is burned in my mind and something that I will never forget. 

Everything else;  Joey’s birthday, the boys all wearing pukka shells, the trashy people, the snacks, car ride dare or dare, the food, edan’s hair flower, it was all a footnote to what I saw in the tube that night. 

Beautiful.



Not the entire group, but close enough. . . . .