Showdown at Jumpin’ rock

 


Showdown at Jumpin’ rock


     This was one more of the tape titles created for Mr. Ziesing when he was diagnosed with macular degeneration. The titles reflected events at Bone during my visits but  these CDs were meant only to be loaded into an Ipod mini for Roy to carry around in his pocket. Jumpin' rock in Rattlesnake Cove was a favorite spot for kids at Squam lake as it was high enough above the lake that the climb and jump were quite adventurous. It was a thrill for the kidlets and accomplishing the leap into the soft water was a feat they felt good about. Some little brats did it repeatedly but most just squealed with excitement as they flew through the air and maybe went back for seconds. On this one day we boated over to Jumpin' rock in Little Bear for some dare-deviling leaps. Ed, being older was a repeat leaper but little Kit Kat was much more cautious and shy about the public forum. Even as she was to someday become a part of show business she froze after reaching the point of no return atop the rock. It was darn near impossible to go backward as the wet rocks became slippery and tumbles could be disastrous. The little girl was perplexed and her mood was turning to panic when I as a heroic adult decided to asssist her and calm her fears. Yet, the girl balked and there seemed to be no other way but to grab her arm and take the leap together despite her resistence. I am not sure she ever forgave me but for the rest of the day I got the dreaded Kit Kat lip which meant I was a brute. However, she did make it down from Jumpin' rock without injury except to her pride.




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