The Gods of the Stream may have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this Sunday morning. Unfortunately for us we may have been the first to cross them and they toyed with us, finding amusement in our dancing back and forth with a fear of getting our feet wet. The cold water may have provided a cushion if not for the ice covered boulder which rose up to meet the knee of one unsuspecting Sharon. Sharon has a small knee. Much smaller than the angry rock which bit it. She fell hard but will recover and we'll be back.
Until then.
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