Crossing The Stream

Like crossing the channel in Texas City, I had to feel my way over rocks and stuff.  It was weird.  It was like the whole year had prepared me for this one hike, bramble trudging, stream crossing adventure.

It was a cloudy day and this song was in my head, "Even on a cloudy day... even on a cloudy day... I set my eyes right on the sun... I set my eyes on the sun..."