The only thing that broke the stillness was the trail of a boat traveling to the other side for a jamboree.
The bottom goes out for a couple feet, then drops off more than a thousand. Really. Oh, and it's ice cold.
This is Ryan having second thoughts about wading into the abyss.
The first few test rocks Ryan threw in drown and never resurfaced. This gave him pause.
(internal) "I'd totally go back on my promise not to swim naked, but the water IS rather cold."
The beginning of a new game: Rock, mountain, net. Still working on the rules.
Ryan finally makes some ripples.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god."
Ryan takes a break to adjust his shorts, dry his hair, and watch some squirrels have sex on the shore.
Near the end of his swim, Ryan was so cold and numb he started to believe he could warm up by pretending to be an otter.
We said goodbye to the lake, the trees, and 50,000 of Ryan's now frozen braincells.
"What?"
We stop off at a rose garden somewhere in Northern California. I'm not sure why.
The fountain makes Sean a bit thirsty, and gives Ryan Crater Lake flashbacks.
