[Within about twenty minutes, I slipped while following Ian and Bronwyn along the rocky edges of the Snoqualmie River, falling in a very awkward position, half in the water, half smashed against a rock... I wasn't hurt very badly -- a pretty brown bruise on my left knee -- but I did manage to get a good portion of my jeans soaked. My watch was also drenched, and ceased to work for the next four days. Miraculously, I saved my camera from certain death, but my notebook was not so fortunate, and this was the very last written entry, as the paper was mostly soaked... As shitty as the experience sounds, I'm quite grateful, because being wet and clammy anyway gave me an excuse to wade into the water, fully clothed, as I tried to follow my friends to the other side...
Actually crossing the mighty Snoqualmie was mostly uneventful, as crossing rivers goes, though I was a bit more chickenshit than Ian or Bronwyn. Ian had to come back and "rescue" me, to which I replied, grinning, "Ian, you are so brave and wise!"
"I'm not wise," said he. "I'm confident."
"You most CERTAINLY are! Boy, I wish I could be as confident as you!" He offered me a hand. "Ian, you're so brave and confident!" We grinned at each other. If the rocks hadn't looked so threatening, one of us might have playfully pushed the other into the water. Upon reaching the other side, the three of us peered into a cave blown into the side of the cliffs, and had two other people -- evidently stranded there for lack of confidence -- take our picture...]
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