Blue Hole was not a planned stop, but Heather and I saw a sign on the way to Taracumcari. It was way too cold to swim, but it was one of the moments in life where you know you might not ever be back and you need to make the most of it.

The kids and I put on our swimsuits and slowly tried to wade into the 62 degree water. I finally just decided to jump. It is a mental game. There is something about jumping into water that is 12 feet deep knowing you will not touch the bottom. Then you stare into the blue hole that is 80 feet deep. The thought of not wanting to freeze up and sink to the bottom is terrifying. I jumped and it was cold, but I came up and found my way to the side.

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