Today I thought that Murphy and I could explore some new trails for our daily adventure. So, we drove five minutes up the road to a spot where I knew I could park along Lewis Creek. After walking about 5 minutes in three different directions, I found a trail that followed the creek downstream. The trail quickly disappeared, but we continued to follow the creek anyway, ducking under branches and climbing over fallen logs.
After ten minutes or less we came to a swimming hole area that I had accessed from the other side of the creek. At the narrowest spot in the creek I jumped across, hoping that Murphy was capable of following. He was not excited to follow and probably couldn't process the fact that there was a grassy patch in between the two slippery rocks that would allow for solid footing on the other side. Instead he whined and darted up and down the opposite bank, trying to find another way to reach me. As he was running back and forth along the smooth, wet rocks he slipped head-first into a two-foot-deep hole that was filled with water (if you live in the Sierra you can picture this type of spot along any creek). He couldn't get out, because of the steep, slippery slopes surrounding the pool, so I felt a sense of urgency to get back over there and rescue him.
When I had jumped across to that perfect, grassy foothold, I had failed to think about the possibility that I might have to jump back. The original side (which Murphy never left) was lower, wetter, and slipperier than the side to which I had jumped, SO I began to dart back and forth, frantically looking for the safest way to get back and save Murphy from the impending hypothermia. Unfortunately, my irrationally quick movements caused me to slip feet-first into the chest-deep creek, which was not exactly warm.After my immediate instinct caused me to grasp at the still-slippery rock in an attempt to pull myself out, I realized that I would have better footing at the bottom of the creek than on the top of that rock. So, I crossed the creek to Murphy, used the sandy footing to pull him out of his pool, then walked a tiny bit downstream to where I could easily climb out of the creek. At this point Murphy had already started running toward the car, so I quickly followed, walking/running as fast as I could to stay warm. Luckily, the air was at least 40 degrees, and my still-insulating, upper layers kept my core warm. We got to the car within seven or eight minutes and were home within 15. The only thing I was worried about was my soaking wet down jacket, but when I started undressing on the front porch, I found my cell phone in my pocket. Woops! I just hope that I backed up the phone numbers sometime recently. I was only three months away from a free phone!
So, the lessons I learned are:*only expect your dog to do what you've seen him do before
*don't take risks when next to from a 33-degree body of water on a 43-degree, cloudy day
*humans and dogs have a lot in common
*cell phones are not waterproof
Thanks for enjoying my story. Wish you could have been there (to help one of us out of the water)!
~Sarah
