Looks can be deceiving.
I was under the impression the stream on the up stream side of this dam was nearly the same depth as down stream. Maybe the logs “lying” on top of the water above the dam should have been a clue. I was more interested in the kids swimming towards the top of the dam. Even calling it swimming is a bit of a stretch. It was more like a low crawl in cold water, and I do mean cold water no matter how sunny a day it is, across the mud field.
Lest you think poorly of me for not intervening in the “fun”, let me profile the group for you.
Normally my motto is live and let live, even when the stakes look high. Consider a few facts about our party goers. Most of the revelers had a months worth wages invested in tattoos. Visible piercings, I shudder to visualize the unseen piercings, were abundant enough to give hope for a rise in the precious metals futures. Also consider the fact that they were staging a wedding reception out of the back of a pickup complete with coolers and stock rack. Details here may be spotty due to my hesitance to actually get very close to said pickup.
The group was friendly enough, though. They generously offered me a beer after inquiring as to what I was doing (camera and tripod slung over my shoulder) but I graciously declined. Much as I like beer, taking one from a minor is risky at best!
The elders seemed to have a handle on the activities and who am I to judge. Like I said, live and let live.
By the way, all of the swimmers survived to swim another day. One day older and that much closer to their own age of majority, marked no doubt by their first store bought tattoo……..