it was about 20 degrees at 3:30am when i slipped off a log and fell into the creek. it was june 11th 2016 and the creek was swollen with melting snow. under normal conditions, one could probably just take a running leap over this creek, but it was spring and the creek was over it's banks, add in the fact that it was still dark, and the creek's edge was icy, as was the log i tried to cross on.
anyways, i splashed down and got a good soaking. this would make the rest of my eleven hour day really special.
after cursing myself briefly, i realized i was only wet from 