Holding onto the straps of David’s backpack, I waded through the ice-cold river water. He stepped ahead telling me the water was at knee height. Two steps later, I told him the water was now at my thighs and the current was getting stronger but we were already more than halfway across.
The day didn’t start as planned as our working day dragged out and we hit the road a lot later than we had hoped. The drive was stunning starting on a scenic road hugging the side of the mountain next to Lake H??wea. Not a breath of wind was blowing as the lake was flat reflecting the surrounding mountains like a mirror.