It wasn’t a great rope swing, but it was a darn good one. It was also the most well used and loved I have ever seen. This rope swing was a deciding factor in our family’s move to Sandpoint. Almost a dozen years ago when we were contemplating moving here, I first spotted the rope swing after we had finally found the entrance road to Sandpoint’s City Beach. A herd of tough local ten to fifteen year-olds was hanging out around the uphill side of the rope swing close by the railroad tracks on a hot June day, as they have been doing for generations. Being a rope swing connoisseur, I was itching to try this one, but was stymied by how to get a turn with the locals who seemed to rule the place. As I walked up still trying to figure out an angle or at least find the end of the line, a thirteen year old towhead just handed me the rope. Offered like a gift of innocence/Arpie. More here.

Question: Have you ever swung off a rope swing into water? Where?