In the northern corner of San Diego County where the earth is scorching dry and giant, polished boulders shoot out of the mountain sides like they were spit from a volcano hundreds of miles away, there is a water park named for the late Lawrence Welk.

It’s only in a place like this that a kid would position herself beneath a five-gallon bucket as it dumped its fresh load.  Our trusty Rebel caught two of these moments mid-splash; I feel drenched in recycled pool water just looking at them.