The water in the river stopped flowing – somewhere upstream out of our sight.
Lyle called me out of the tent with the news. After a brief burst of rushing about we were all packed and across the waterless obstacle on ground that was only damp.
On the other side the woods were thick and choked with under brush. It took some time to find a path that led us off of the river bank.
I was left wondering, did Lyle do it? I certainly didn’t see him do it this time. No chance of asking now, it would all be too easy to deny.
Without any further trouble we arrived in the next village. A crossroads really. No one here.