Fishing That Became Swimming That Became Hypothermia

So back to the last weekend in May my sister and her family and I went to a lake way up in the mountains to go fishing. My brother in law wanted to do some fishing. I call it boring fishing, where it is too much sitting watching the pole and not enough having the pole in my hand. I am more of a cast and reel kinda gal. So he had multiple rods out (officially one was mine and one was my sister's). We never caught anything. Mainly I helped my sister watch her two kiddos on the beach keeping them from falling into the water. The water was way too cold for them and we hadn't brought swim floaters or anything for them. During my watching time, my sister yelled out "Grab that box" the wind had caught our box and launched it into the shallows. So naturally I splashed into get it. The mud was deep and quickly caught both flip flops in a couple steps. I did get the box. I returned for my flip flops. I only ever found one. And it was about a foot deep in mud.
I think my sister got a pic of how deep the mud was. I remember it being up mid shin. 
As mentioned I was getting a bit bored my my brother-in-law's fishing technique so I tied on a lure, not the fake flavored cheese like stuff he was using and tried some cast and reel a bit farther down the bank. I was trying to be cautious of some rocks in the shallows. But of course I got caught on them. And because my shorts are already soaked from earlier adventures I ventured out to get my lure. I got about half way there before I realized that the rocks suddenly dropped off a bit farther down. so instead of just getting my shorts wet, I would hafta do some swimming for a couple feet to get to the rocks that had my lure. I go for it. I am a good swimmer. I hadn't been noticing my surroundings and only barely was able to navigate around a canoe headed right for me being steered by a little 10 year old who obviously did not have much experience behind the paddle. If I remember correctly I had to shove the boat way from me to keep it from broadsiding me. Yea, not the best driver. Anyways, the dad who was also in the boat asked if I needed any help - I was wearing a fishing hat and didn't look like I was planning a dip for the day. I said yes, If he could grab my string and pull it away from shore to unhook the hook. After some entertaining maneuvering they were able to do just that with me calling out directions, while perched in chest deep water a few feet away. I then, with hook careful not to hook myself, I returned to shore. I was REALLY cold. cold enough that I could not feel my feet, which was bad because as it turns out I cut them up really good the the submerged rocks, but luckily I couldn't feel how cold they were. I went up to a bathroom area (I think there was innumerable amounts of rattlesnakes I had to walk past with bare feet, and lots of cacti and other thorny plants) and used the hand dryer to dry off some, but mostly I rapped myself in a beach towel and waited to go home. The sun set shortly there after and we all hopped back in the car to return home. In total I was cold and wet for about 2 hours. I was having a hard time warming up so once I got home I wrapped myself in a few fleece blankets, wool socks, sweatshirts and sweatpants and worked on bring my core temperature back up to normal.

The Lake

A flower.