March 17, 2025
Are We Crazy to Cross Such a Treacherous River?
My wife, Kasia, and I stood at the edge of the frozen river, contemplating our own mortality. The map had promised a footbridge, but all we saw were jagged slabs of ice, thrusting up at strange angles, as if the river had fractured, shifted and then refrozen. Beneath the ice, ever so faintly, we could hear the muffled rush of water.
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