I park, walk to the creek, straddle some boulders and extend my hand to help Hunter jump across. I’m glad to have that behind us. Now we can have a pleasant ride through the trees up to the ridge.
Or not. We aren’t far down the trail before we see it doesn’t climb the ridge. At least not here. Instead it dumps us back at the creek for an even larger water crossing. I stare a moment at the water. I hear Hunter say something about how we can cross it but I don’t really listen. This is too much.