July 3rd, 2002

Fording the Huron

Last night I forded the mighty (mighty shallow) Huron River by Riverside Park, just as the Native Americans of Huron Valley must have done many years ago (according to a plaque on a nearby rock).

mrrranda went with me, and once again she proved the smarter of the two of us. She wore flip-flops, whereas I was in bare feet. I must have stepped on some broken glass, or a very sharp rock, because when I triumphantly arrived on the far side of the river, after wading through thigh-high water, I found that I was leaving bright red bloody footprints on the grass.

This evening, I plan to drink a beer in honor of engineers who design and build bridges, for without bridges, I would not survive in this world.