Barely made it
There is some risk of mishap but the creek isn’t that wide and I think it will do Hunter and I good to contend with something outside ourselves today. “Hey Hunter, grab your helmet and walk up there,” I point upstream. “You’ll be able to cross over on some rocks.” I don’t want him on board if I can’t make it.
He grabs his helmet and takes off. I grab a handful of throttle and hope for the best. The bike sputters as it plunges and tries to climb the opposite bank. Even hard on the throttle it barely makes it. It leaves me uneasy.