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"Well?"
She knew what he was getting at. She nodded. They ran back to where they'd left their bikes and ditched the jeans and T-shirts they had on over their swimsuits. Like two kids, they ran back to the ocean, ignoring the fact it was still a little cold. The first thing Hawkeye did was splash Margaret. Well, not really splashed, more like soaked. "Argh! That's cold!!" she exclaimed when he splashed her.
"I know," he grinned like a naughty child. He started to stare into space and in a fraction of a second, he was soaked, too. "That is cold!" he yelped. "See? Two can play that game," she taunted. Well, that led to a splash-fest. About a half hour later, both were a little cold and very wet. "Well, I've had enough fun for now," Hawkeye commented. Margaret nodded in agreement. It had gotten much warmer, so they'd been standing around talking for only a few minutes and the sun had dried them off. "I guess we should head back," suggested Hawkeye. "I have a better idea," stated Margaret. "Wha-?" he started to ask, but was dragged back over to their bikes. "C'mon. Let's go. I wanna show you something," Margaret said. They climbed back on their bikes. "Let's go," he said. They rode for about fifteen minutes and then stopped at a park. "Why are we here?" Hawkeye wondered aloud. "You'll see." She told him to get off of the bike and they could just leave the bikes there. She grabbed his hand and led him to a dirt path that was hidden among some trees. "Where does this lead?" he was getting annoyed with her for not giving him a clue as to what was going on. "I promise, you'll love it!" she called from a few paces ahead. The path led to a cliff that was rather high. "You're point?" he was mad that she dragged him all that way just to get to a dead end. "Look down," she stated. He saw an old rope bridge. "Yeah?"

"Look on the other side."

"An opening in the cliff side. Big deal."

"It's a rather large cave and I bet you'd love it."

"Claustrophobia. Remember?"

"It's a lot bigger than it seems."

"I'd love to see it, but alas, the bridge is down there, we're up here, and that bridge looks like it'll fall apart any second."

"It won't. It's pretty sturdy."

"You've gone across it?!?"

"Yeah."

"You could've killed yourself!"

"Hawkeye, that's where I go to escape life."

"Ok, how'd you know it was sturdy enough to go across?"

"I didn't."

"You DIDN'T?!?"

"No. I just took my chances."

"You should be a stunt double in Hollywood."

"No thanks. Not dangerous enough."

"WHAT?!?"

"I can't help it. Life's no fun if you're too safe."

"I can tell that that's your opinion."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to ask how I got down there?"

"How?"

"Climbed."

"No equipment, right?"

"Right."

"Oh my God."

"C'mon. Let's go. You'll love it."

"I don't know..."

Hawkeye had barely finished saying that when she'd grabbed his hand and pulled him to the left. "This is a good place to start climbing." She started to climb down. "C'mon!" He followed a little unsteadily. After forty-five minutes and a lot of coaxing, Hawkeye made it down to the ledge where the bridge started. "You're so slow!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I'm not a daredevil," he said sarcastically. "Now, cross the bridge," she told him. He put one foot on it and it swung from side to side. "You're kidding," he commented.
"Nope." She pushed him out of the way. She was across the bridge in a minute. "I'm still alive!" she called out sarcastically. "Ok. I'm coming." He took a deep breath and ran across. Margaret hugged him. "Am I dead?" he asked. "No! Why?" she exclaimed. "Sure feels like heaven to me." They spent an hour sitting in the cave and just talking. Three hours later, they got back to her house.