And time stops for two days

A weekend started in spontaneity. Our party only finally getting together after sneaking into the ferry parking lot, all knowing a full weekend awaited. So a ferry crossing it was, sight of old class mates from across the bow-points and waves, all gestures used when sound is distant. Then a long dark ride in front of us. A full moon rising west and hiding among the trees. Our destination is lost and reassured as dusk turned to dark-suddenly second guessing our routes. Spirits ride high as anticipation lead to excitement of past trips and stories told. What stories were to be imprinted on to our faces as smiles this time?
A late set up and fire light. Full moon now guiding our steps in the clearings. Fewer senses help us navigate the forest floor. Merriment commenced within the hour. Feast awaited after a ferry line consisting of granola bars. Even a smore of two before the sand man sprinkled us to sweet dreams. New day excitement after second waking-predawn just too early on vacation. Upon second rising, the fire is being lit. Quiet mornings while camping. Wind will not pick up for hours and now we settle into our time. After some breakfast and a bit of of a swim we were off. In search of rumors, cliffs awaited and a rope swing to explore. Hiking along above the lake edge, wonderful sloped hillside, natural clearings different in foliage and species along the way. Excellent trek. Around a far corner we heard laughter and the punch bowl awaited. Not a second was given to my ego for fear to creep in. I jumped once the bag was off my back. A wind rushed fall to a depths plunged into calm water. People cheer on and shout reassurance disregarding their own fears. One by one we jump. Stone faces above to relieved smiles upon breaking the water surface and reentering the terrestrial landscape. After adrenaline subdues our intensity we head for home. Tired legs take us back to where we believe the rope swing lay dormant. We do find it after navigating our path through thick forest floor atop fallen trees. In total 6 trees zigzag across each other to lead us to the base of our giant Douglas fir hanging over the water. Totally marveled at what lay before us. One for the imagination to fully grasp after that first free fall jumping off the tree to the side. Tarzan moment through the air. No sounds put forth, only breath held tight. Thirty feet down the surface tension is broken easily. Swimming back with smiles layered on smiles. Adrenaline drained after reaching the beach, anticipation for the next jump already building. We jump and laugh with the local crowd-as morning turns to afternoon we proceed in our triumphant leaps over our quiet domain. Leaving behind memories and vows of return. Quick packing to the start of a quiet drive. Grannies cafe breakfast awaited-a fresh cup of coffee included!