On the way back to the car, we stopped by the trestle which I hear may be converted into a bike trail. After one cross country practice, we decided to jump off the trestle. (It wasn't fenced in like it is today.) I got up my nerves to make the jump and it was fun. On the way out of the water, I fell off one of the stones and onto the dirt, landing my palm in a broken beer bottle and gushing blood. The coach drove me home and after that the cross-country team was not allowed to jump off the trestle anymore.
Posted by jeff at November 26, 2003 12:23 PM