Am hoping to take a short drive one day this weekend to Granite Dells in Prescott, Arizona. The few photos I'm about to show are from quite a few years ago when I went to an outdoor jazz concert. Can't find my photos of the concert itself but did find the ones I took after we hiked about half a mile from the park to the lake where tall granite rocks jut out of the water. This day, several daredevils were jumping into the water. You can see how low the water level was.
Here, you can see where the level is when we've gotten a good amount of rain and snow runoff. However, since we've been in a drought for 10 or twelve years, the level is probably even lower than in my photos.
Do not try this.
This man was doing alot of thinking first.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes he jumped.
This man that did so much thinking first before he jumped, needed help getting up out of the water. He was able to swim to the beach, but getting up, he could hardly stand. I thought he'd hit rocks but actually, he'd fallen up top on the other side where you can't see. His knee was so swollen and bloody, it looked like he'd broken it. As I helped him to his car, he told me why he took so long before jumping. He'd broken both legs hitting rocks below a few years before at this very same spot. He felt he needed to get over his fears.
This is something I would never do. The water is dark. You cannot see where those rocks are.