PreRace
It was getting close to the start time.
Now whenever the crick was up, I'd always have to hop-step real quick across the tops of rocks. I didn't want to get my shoes soaked-to be honest, I still don't like wet socks-but if I didn't hit 'em just right then the water would overflow on my shoe, and get inside the holes of my tenni. And that wasn't going to happen.
So I diligently made my way over, at least most of the way, but not before making a stop on my usuall landing, the big rock. It was a great place to catch my balance, and plan out my next steps for the final leg.
But I wasn't planning that day.
That day I was looking out at the great swell we were headed for, the three main streams leading up, and how, off to the far left a strip of rock bed showed more because of the lower water.
"This is perfect," I said. "We'll start down here on the right side, with three different ways to get there."
I'm telling you to this day, I believe that crick was made just for us.
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