We were blind to all the obstacles. We hadn’t seen the canyon nor the river coursing at the bottom of it. All was hidden from our view before the most recent ridge we traversed. What wasn’t there one minute, broke into our consciousness the next.
We hadn’t sent up our drones lately, now we launched one in each direction to scout a way across.
It’s a wild, fast-moving river. Too deep to ford and not a bridge in sight. The mountain peak from its lofty height laughed at our frustration.
Looking behind us, we had a clear view of the village, and of a bridge on another road leading out from it. If only it crosses the same river.
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