“C'mon, you chicken!” Keegan laughed, stripping out of his shirt. It wasn't particularly cold, an easy, breezey sixty-something degrees. But this late in December, the water was likely closer to fifty than it was sixty.

Now wearing only his boxers and socks, Keegan lets out a sound that could only be described as a warcry as he took off sprinting toward the river.

SPLASH!

Keegan dove into the water, disappearing beneath the calm and murky surface.