We woke up to rain today. It happens here during this time of year. So we decided to make the best of it and head over to the North Shore to see what was going on over there. Maybe a chance of different weather but more likely a way to stay dry and see some sights. Made our way down the coast and stopped at various beaches that looked like they needed exploring.
After we got done watching the surfers do there thing, it started to rain pretty steadily so we started to motor back. I was looking for some type of drier venue that we could hang out at for a while. I noticed something called Waimea Valley so I turned in. It consisted of a walking tour to a waterfall that you could swim at. They sold trash bag ponchos so we bought a set and went inside. We hiked back to the waterfall and spent a lot of time in the area. The water was cold and Sydney did not want to partake in swimming here. We were surprised but she just said no and threw a fit. Fine. The lifeguard ended up putting her on his board and taking her out to touch the water anyway.
On the way back from the waterfall, we started taking some of the off-shoot paths that made up the tour to explore what the valley had to offer. Lots of plant life and interesting trees. The girls were hiking alternate paths from us and criss-crossing us. They were having a good ole time.
As we got closer to the entrance, I was spending more time reading the signs in front of the various plant life. I walked up to one that had these needle like plants surrounding it. The plants were back behind a very thin fence that didn’t stretch all the way around. More to block the direct path but you could easily go around. I was looking at the reddish brown soil around these plants and thinking…that isn’t dirt…is it? Just as my brain started to reconcile what this actually was. Sydney went bounding by the fence and literally walked right out into the middle of this soil. This was all happening in slow motion in my brain because I had just realized this was not soil. It was a swamp with a nice think covering that looked like soil! Enough that Sydney did not know the difference. She literally skip out on it and fell right through. She was completely submerged. One second she was there. The next…she was not! OH SHIT. I yelled her name and quickly started to take Kayla out of her carrier on my chest because I was going swimming. Kim heard this all but did not see it. She quickly realized what was going on and was moving to the edge of the swamp. Here is an “after shot” of the swamp. Sydney went right in that hole there. Look to the left or right at the surface. Kind of looks like land, huh?
And just like that, Sydney flew up out of the swamp. Apparently she stepped on a rock on the edge but she could not touch the bottom otherwise. She popped out and was in shock. She was soaked from head to toe in some not so fresh smelling water. She then moved into hysterical tears as we tried to tell her that everything was OK now and she is going to be fine. As this calming is going on, Kim and I are in shock yet laughing uncontrollably in bursts because this was really freaky!
We stripped Sydney down in the parking lot and put on her swim cover-up for something dry. And for the last many hours, we remind her hourly that….she is the swamp monster. Or that she isn’t Jesus and can’t walk on water. Or that swamps are not for playing. Or that she stinks. On and on. She knows its embarrassing. So much so that when she popped out and started talking again she quickly remarked that she was not going to put this in her diary today. I don’t blame her! It will be easy enough to remember since I will remind her of it for years to come. No need to write it down.