Erasmus and I

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Two brother's enjoying a river in Yosemite.

Submitted: May 09, 2012

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There is a river or a creek that runs through Yosemite National Park. There is a long swinging bridge over it that my family enjoyed during the summer of 2004. Everyday my brother Erasmus would run across the bridge and get it rocking and rolling. Me, having generalized anxiety disorder would rarely cross the bridge while Erasmus was rocking it. But that's not what I want to tell you about. What I want to tell you about was what happened when Erasmus and I got into the river for a swim. It started out differently than before. On this particular day Erasmus decided not to rock the bridge, but to cross it peacefully. Inexplicable how sometimes little brothers can actually be nice. We cross the bridge, walk down the embankment, and jump into the water. "Damn, that's cold." Says Erasmus. "It sure is buddy, I say, it sure is." We doggy paddle for awhile just enjoying the water, and the fresh Yosemite air, most importantly though, each other. "Erasmus, I say, did you bring the snorkel gear?" "Yes, he responds, I sure did." With that Erasmus exits the river and retrieves the snorkel gear for me. I put on the goggles and almost instantaneously they start to fog up. Not to mention they are way too tight for my face. "God damn Erasmus, I say, you sure do have a small head." Almost inaudibly he replies "Shut up." Seeing that I'm not one to complain, I do shut up and put the snorkel into my mouth. At the same moment that I start to put my head under the water, I start to think, what will I see under this babbling brook? Will it excite me, make me joyous, or scare me? I do not know. All I know for certain is that I love spending time with my brother Erasmus, and that time has a lot of value to me. My head plunges under the water and immediately I pop right back up again. "Oh my god Erasmus, I say, you will not believe what we have found." I dip my head back under the surface just to make sure my eyes weren't decieving me, and what do you know they aren't. About fifty rainbow trout are swimming underneath the surface of the water, minding their own business. My need to share this sight with Erasmus is immense. "Come to me Erasmus, come to me." He swims over to me and I give him the snorkel gear. "Just look, I say, just look." With that he plunges his head beneath the surface and stays submerged for nearly a minute. When his head resurfaces the look on his face is one of pure joy. "Oh how lucky we are to see these beautiful trout in their natural enviornment." He says. " I remember the Cabelas Superstore back home with a trout tank, but that pales in comparison to this. I say. This being our last day in the beautiful Yosemite Valley, both Erasmus and I are really appreciative of all the beautiful things we have seen, especially the rainbow trout. We leave Yosemite with wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.


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