He got soaking wet in a river.
“In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. And when he came up out of the water, immediately he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove. ‘Mark 1:9-10
Picture it. You’ve seen rivers. Most of them are a little murky. Maybe the water was high from rains upstream, with leaves and muddy twigs in eddies swirling beside the bank.
Up he comes out of the water, the same way we do. Wet hair sticks to his face. He’s drenched. Water dribbles off his sopping clothes, the drip, drip, dripping of clear beads from his beard back onto the river.
Stepping ashore, he leaves a soaked, muddy trail in the dry dirt, which fades after twenty minutes in the sun.
Maybe he went swimming afterwards. Why not? He was human.