Walking on water . . . .Here, Maisy and Tucker enjoy the inches of water sitting on top of the frozen river as much as I d0 as we play in the late-day light.
On our way back home, I was hesitant to cross the full width of the river, so I skirted the edge to get up to the bridge and road. Unfortunately, right below the bridge, the river ice was completely gone, and I was left with open water for a step. But, no problem: I could see the river bottom only 6" or so below the surface.
So, ahead I forged!
And . . . SHLOOP! Way down deep into the muddy, mushy, soft-soft-soft river bottom my right foot went . . . the water rising only an inch and a half (but what an important inch and a half!) over my rubber boot! I was stuck. One foot mired in much-deeper-than-expected muck and the other pressing down on tenuous ice. The stuff had me like quicksand, and, for a moment, I thought I'd have to sacrifice my boot. But, with just the "SLURP!" you'd imagine, I pulled it free and was on my way again . . . one foot MUCH colder and wetter than the other!
What's life without a little adventure, huh?!
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