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I think we were in our “bush push” for over thirty minutes, but it seemed like it was forever. It was really tiring pushing through the branches, and I wanted to be done with it. I was ready to strip out of my ducky suit too – it had stopped raining, but I couldn’t stop in the middle of the bush push to get out of my suit.

The suit was also making it harder on me. My ducky suit was too big for me, but it was the smallest size they had. The pants came at least four inches past my boot heel, with the overalls pulled up as far as I could get them. It was really making it hard to hike.

When we finally emerged from the rhododendron, I was bone tired, and I had to go to the bathroom really badly. We called a break and over half the crew dropped their packs and headed off in different directions.

Feeling much better, I headed back to my pack and sat down. I was really tired, and I welcomed the opportunity to sit down without having to call the break myself.

As I sat there listening to the sounds around me, I could hear a couple that I recognized. I recognized the sound of my crewmates talking. I recognized the sound of the birds chirping in the trees. And… I recognized the sound of rushing water.

Again? We were going to have to cross another creek? Really? I wiggled my toes around and felt how wet my boots still were. It wasn’t going to be worth it to change my boots. Normally I changed into my river crossing shoes, but since my boots were still so wet I’d just leave them on, save myself some trouble.

When everyone was back and had their packs on, we started off again. A couple of minutes later, we saw what I had heard.

We had to cross that??

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*Everything here is from my own memory and may not be correct. Outward Bound is not responsible for anything I post here. Thanks too NCOBS for letting me use their photos.*