Continued from Hike blog
The students are huddled together on
the ledge above the ravaged creek beds that were eroding with each splash of
water. The students are scared and petrified to cross the rope bridge hanging
across the rushing water. With each passing moment the danger becomes more
dangerous to pass. I encouraged one of the boys to cross to the other side in
hopes that he would be able to get help or help if the bridge collapsed. One by one the students found their enter strength
and began crossing. One, two, three,
four and so on until it was my turn to cross the narrow rope bridge and I was
suddenly petrified like the students. I looked up and saw fear in their
faces. I watched their eyes and followed
them to the bank.
The fog was starting to lift and down at the edge of
the rushing water was all the gear including the keys to the van. I quickly went over the edge not realizing I
was now pushed up against the rushing water. The sound was deafening. I tossed
the bag and the supplies to the students standing on the other side of the
bank. I could see a wall of water rushing toward me
with little time to react. I could feel
the ice cold water pull me in to the torrent rage. I went under once, twice and
then found my way to the other side. I had made it to the and now I had to hike
back toward the frighten students.
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