And here is our insane idea:
What makes this so insane is that it is almost November, we are in the mountains, it’s 65 degrees outside, the sun is setting, and the water is absolutely ice-cold. But it’s a well-known fact that you can’t come to Tate without jumping in the lake, so we did what we had to do. We changed into bathing suits, shivering before we even touched the water, wondering where on God’s green earth we got the bright idea to jump off the tower into a large liquid icebox. We climbed to the top of the tower, and….
…..one by one, we jumped. It was chaos on the top ledge as we frenziedly tried to figure out who would jump next, and which direction they would go so as not to land directly on anyone below. Here I am milliseconds before plunging into the arctic water.
BRRRRRRRRRRR. The water was SHOCKINGLY cold; it took your breath away on impact. The second I was fully submerged, I frantically swam to safety, and more importantly, warmth. The after photo in no way captures how intensely hypothermic we were.
Yep, I told you we are crazy.