A few days ago I announced my participation in the Paupack Plunge, a charity wade into a frozen lake in northeast Pennsylvania, and solicited your support for the big event.
How’d it go? Well … not according to plan.
My part of eastern Pennsylvania got a foot-plus of snow on Thursday, followed by something like three more inches today (which is still falling as I write this).
Since Lake Wallenpaupack is up north in the hilly rural regions, and since I drive a compact car that takes icy roads like a derelict shrimp trawler takes a strong sea, I did not have confidence in my ability to get there. So I decided to take a regretful pass on the Paupack Plunge.
This was Friday morning; today’s snow is not included.
I regretted that I would be unable to take the Plunge. I’d publicly announced my intention to do so, and even gathered a donation or two. A promise made is a debt unpaid, as the saying goes.
So I decided the next best thing would be for me to find some body of water close to my house and plunge into it by myself, to show my solidarity with the war effort. Those people who donated to support me surely expected something for their gift; they didn’t do it so I could sit on the couch and eat bonbons.
That best-laid plan went awry too. I spent an hour cruising from crick to crick this morning in the towns surrounding my house. Every one was either overlain with snow or impossible to reach without a team of elephants.
(There was always the Lehigh River, but I decided to take a pass on that. I wanted a smaller and more controlled setting for my personal Plunge, just in case I had a heart attack or something.)
Me casing out a potential crick, which is off to the right and not visible in the photo. You’ll note a No Trespassing sign, which made it even more ill-advised to try to reach the water.
In the end I was unable to prove my mettle. I could not — or simply did not, depending on your perspective — get myself in the cool, clear water. I failed to fulfill my promise.
But, some sort of futile gesture still seemed to be called for.
So I did my best.
Whaddya want for a snowy day?
No worries. That was worth 10 bucks.
You’re officially insane. Also, points for use of “crick”.
Pennsylvania, in certain ways, is rubbing off on me.
Got more courage that I, I’ll say that. But good for you to stay true to your word.
Here in the Worcester Mass area – few more inches on top of the crusted white pile we already have. I can only imagine the parking space wars happening in the Boston area. Shovel, lay out your beach chair to claim the spot, find your beach chair taken and someone else in the spot you almost got a-fib for while shoveling.