Yes, It is February


So it is February, but it is the Black Hills of South Dakota and the temperature is 73.  What are grown men, husbands and fathers, to do? Go cliff jumping of course at the infamous Hippie Hole. Forget the air temps, ignore the ice which floated on the pool into which the jump occurred, never mind  wet suits that did not cover the lower legs or feet, it was an adventure not to be missed. They came, they saw, they jumped, and lived to tell about it. The treacherous poison ivy of the summer struck also in February. One of the brothers reported an outbreak on his toe. But, hey, how many others have bragging rights like it?

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