93 degrees makes for tough walking weather in st. jay. it also makes for great adventures in aquatic frolicking.
after a day of walking about town, dripping with sweat and stopping all along the way for short rests, db and i paused at home for nearly two hours, desperately trying to cool and keep our heads straight. when we could no longer bear the heat, we packed up our swim gear and headed straight for emerson falls.
we've been to emerson falls several times. just down stream from a very small damn, emerson falls is a half man, half nature created area where spots of water cascade over rocks and into small pools of refreshing water. its beautiful, local, fairly safe, and family friendly. the best part is we almost always have the place to ourselves bar the baby trout and salmon trying trying in vain to make it up stream.
as usual, we climbed down the rocks and settled into our prefered location next to the biggest fall and deepest hole of water. its nearly the best spot and hardly big enough to share with strangers, so folks are often disheartened to find that its taken by us early birds.
after securing our spot, we were pleased to find the sun had warmed the water enough for comfort, yet the fresh flow from above kept it refreshingly cool. db and i frolicked in the water, basking in the sun and enjoying cool breezes. we took turns balancing on large rocks underneath, flailing ourselves about, and wandering here and there. fun times were had and before we knew it we were ready to head home for dinner.
as i stood and began to wipe the water and general river debri from my legs, i felt something slimey on my rear right thigh. figuring it was a bit of algae or some other slimey bit of nature, i wiped at it again. pesky slime. i wiped again. it wasn't budging, so i grabbed the slippery thing and pulled slightly. still there. giving it one last try i pulled again before pointing to my posterior and asking db "is this a leech?"
"yes," he replied. i love his honesty.
"are you kidding? omg, don't let me see it. how do we get it off?"
as though he removed leeches from legs for a living, db calmly grabbed a handful of small rocks, dirt and sand. "wait," i said. "what's going to happen?" i needed to understand the process of leech removal. i needed to know if it was going to hurt or if i could expect the leech to retaliate. i needed to know if i was going to die.
db explained he would scrub the leech with his handful of rocks, causing the leech enough discomfort to pry its lips off me and fall into yonder water. "okay," i said. it made perfect sense and sounded like i would not require surgery. with my permission indicated, db began the process of scrubbing my leeched thigh with the rocks. i was pleased that it felt no different than exfoliating - i could handle exfoliation... but could the leech? it took three tries to convince the leech to let go, but the heroic db was determined to save me... and save me, he did.
with the leech off my leg, i looked at the water, wanting to rinse but afraid of a repeat. i looked at db. he looked at me. "i don't want to go in." he understood. alas, i knew it had to be done, so i went in anyway and rinsed the rocks and leech germs from my leg. db and i engaged in some co-inspecting, just to be sure there weren't any other leechy fellows hiding on us, and were satisfied we were leech-free. we headed home, still leary of ghost-leeches*, for a anti-bacterial shower and a lovely dinner of chicken tikka masala.
hooray for db, my brave and enduring knight in shining trunks!
thank you sweetie :)
*ghost-leech: the feeling of having a leech on you someplace, but nothing is actually there.