The River
“Watch out, these rocks can get pretty slick,” my dad said. Of course, I didn’t really take it into consideration that hey, maybe he can be right. Let me give you some background information first.
It all started two years ago in the fall of 2005. My dad and I took a trip into the mountains to do a little elk hunting. The night before we actually started hunting, we decided that we were going to hunt in an area that required us to cross a river.
We woke up bright and early the next morning to go and attempt to cross the river. It was a little hard to rise out of bed after staying up late the night before, watching the Broncos. So after we were alert, we headed down the trail. At first, I thought my dad was lying to me about the river because we didn’t come across one in two miles. When we did finally find it, I thought to myself, “What is this guy talking about? This river isn’t that bad.” At the bottom of this somewhat narrow river, there......
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