Went out to Northeast Park for a few caches after work, only to find that, for a couple of them, you had to go across the river. After all the rains, the river was right swollen. And the very steep bank was very muddy. And slick.
Emphasis on slick.
It was a weighty splash—the distinctive sound of 185 pounds dropping solidly into two and a half feet of water.
By the time I got to the nearby graveyard to find the cache hidden there, I was pretty well dried out. It's a neat little place, with graves dating back to the very early 1800s. A fine place to hang oneself out for a while.
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