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dry up, the mountain v/ouldn’t level off
and a tree most certainly wouldn't fall
over the creek. I decided quietly that
we would build a fire and crawl under the
hemlock until early daylight, then go back
the way we had come. Either that or climb
the mountain. Then the thought of brown
bear in the hills! If only a miracle
would happen, but no, there couldn't be a
miracle. I couldn't wake up. I was
there, in the rain, in the dark, and caught
in a corner. If I ever got back home a
gain I would never leave. What had start
ed us on this trip anyway? We had been
told that the floods were bad in the moun
tains.
We put our greasy plates back in the
pack sack, put out the fire and prepared
to do something. My feet were wet, but I
had taken off the pacs and warmed them by
the fire. My knees were wet, but we were
soon to plunge into more wet alders, so
what of that? It had not been cold thru
the day and we had not chilled. I forgot i
my sore heel.
We hadn't gone but a few steps when we
came to a drop-off. Down into a deep
hole we must go before we could start
climbing. We had camped on a sort of
wart, and not the true hillside.The alders
were a mess. My husband said,"We can't
go this way. We'll be all night. We'll
go back. I think I can cross that log.”
”0h no,” the chills crept down my spine
while I begged. What if something hap
pened to him? What if he fell off and
was rushed over the drop into that big
stream? What could I do? It would be
hours and hours before I could get back,
alone. And the night, and the wet, and
the brown bears!
"We'll go back and look. Maybe we can
fix a foot log."
"Oh no. There's no way to get across.
I looked it over the first time."
We crawled up the slope thru the alders
a few more steps. "There's no use doing
this. We'll never get anywhere*"and I
knew it was the truth. But that awful
waterl Miracles can't happen. I'm here,
I'm not at home. And we were having such
a nice trip.
We rounded that rocky curve again and
again the broken bridge and the boiling
water screamed at me.
"I think I can cross that log."
"Oh, don't do it, don't even try. I
can't stand it to watch you. We'll go
back the way we came."
He was out on the log. "1811 just tost
it. I promise I wont take any chance,"
and he was crawling along, foot on the
ties, now straddling, now reaching for the
ties at the other end and he was across.
"Can you make it," he yelled. Terror
again. "No, go to the cabin and get a
rope," I yelled and motioned. We had
already talked about a rope. ]
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