| Memories Swimming Hole To the northeast of town just north of the airport, along the Sioux river, was a spot just off the highway where we would go swimming. We would ride bikes up to the spot and strip down to our shorts and cool off from the hot summer days in the merky water. My brothers friend Landis decided to go with us on a bike ride along the river road by the old swimming hole. Some called the spot 'Knobes Hole' after a local high school letterman gang called the Knobes started to use the place also as a swimming hole. Landis nor my brother Stan had brought their swimming shorts with them, but decided to go skinney dipping rather than ride bike with wet underwear. Since the trees covered the hole from the road the spot where you entered the water was pretty secluded. After swimming for a while and deciding to go on with the bike trip, Landis and Stan got out of the water and were preparing to get their clothes and get dressed. To their surprise a car pulled up right in front of where they were standing. The car was full of old women who must have pulled off the highway to turn around or to view the river. Stan dived back into the river, but Landis was so startled, he stopped and put his hands over his eyes and stood there as if in some magical way they would disappear when he took his hands away. The car with the old women stopped and their mouths dropped open, not saying a word to each other, just staring like they couldn't believe their eyes. Landis stood there naked as a Jaybird holding his eyes shut for what seemed like a long time. Finally one woman burst out with 'Oh my god' and not until then did Landis turn around and run for the water. The women stood there for a minute talking to each other then slowly backed out onto the highway. They slowly drove away and all I could see were great big eyeballs and their mouths moving. Stan and I were laughing so hard we could hardly stand it. We couldn't believe he covered his eyes instead of his private parts or had not tried to make a run for it. He would never live that moment down. For that matter the old women probably would never forget that moment either. |