Traversing a glaciated wilderness means fording glacial rivers. Not true rivers; rather streams that break apart with no rhyme or reason, crisscrossing over each other at random across a mile of water-smoothed rocks. But some hikers are hydrophobic, or at least fear the sting of water so recently frozen. With watershoes on, fording is safe but the sting stays with you. Times like these you wish you could just leap across... and, well, sometimes you can.
Jeff was the hot lava master back at work, jumping from mat to mat and never touching the tiled floor. Some things never change. Machete in hand, he would charge forward and leap swollen rivers with a single bound. Some of us were born with shorter legs however, and my feet may never forgive me.
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