#fountainhopping

Few traditions capture the wild, free spirit of Stanford quite like fountain hopping—the beloved (and technically forbidden) ritual of jumping into as many campus fountains as possible in one night. 🌙

From the iconic Claw Fountain to the Oval’s reflecting pools, students have been soaking themselves in the name of tradition for decades. It’s a rite of passage: equal parts rebellion, camaraderie, and sheer chaotic joy. 🤝

Some do it on a whim. Others plan elaborate routes, racing across the sprawling 8,180-acre campus in the dead of night, dripping from fountain to fountain like soggy, laughing legends. 😂💦

It’s the kind of memory that sticks with you long after graduation—not the lectures, not the problem sets, but the night you and your friends were absolutely drenched under the California stars on one of the most prestigious campuses in the world. 🌟

Because at Stanford, even the rebels have a GPA to protect … but some nights, the fountains just call to you. 🐦

Few traditions capture the wild, free spirit of Stanford quite like fountain hopping—the beloved (and technically forbidden) ritual of jumping into as many campus fountains as possible in one night. 🌙

From the iconic Claw Fountain to the Oval’s reflecting pools, students have been soaking themselves in the name of tradition for decades. It’s a rite of passage: equal parts rebellion, camaraderie, and sheer chaotic joy. 🤝

Some do it on a whim. Others plan elaborate routes, racing across the sprawling 8,180-acre campus in the dead of night, dripping from fountain to fountain like soggy, laughing legends. 😂💦

It’s the kind of memory that sticks with you long after graduation—not the lectures, not the problem sets, but the night you and your friends were absolutely drenched under the California stars on one of the most prestigious campuses in the world. 🌟

Because at Stanford, even the rebels have a GPA to protect ... but some nights, the fountains just call to you. 🐦

Stanford fountain hopping is cold water on your skin at midnight, barefoot sprints across campus, breathless laughter echoing between buildings, and the quiet realization that these fleeting, ridiculous moments are the ones you’ll carry with you long after they’re over. 💦🌙

Started off with an amazing Monster of a Brunch at the Godzilla House. They had everything of your heart's desire, crepes, waffles, french toast, menno sauce, fruit, muffins, deliciousness.  You can watch what went down here.  Courtesy of one of the amazing hosts, J-Lam. 

Then a brief impromptu visit upstairs in the Ross House turned into mad life talks with Lydia, Paul and Sarah.  Which turned into some spontaneous dinner cooking, including mushroom risotto and arugula salad.  Which turned into a perfect, eat our risotto on the rooftop, watch the sunset, creep the neighbours kind of evening.

Met Lydia and Sarah's friend Benita and we proceeded to strategically map out all the major water fountains of Toronto to run through them, using our bikes as swift getaway vehicles.  The fountain on University Ave - check, Nathan Philip Square -check, Bay and College - check (aka. the swamp), the one outside Benita's place - check,  Yorkville - check.  Five fountains, one city and five crazy dripping wet people in   the McDonald's. 

This is why I love Toronto.