My backpacking Mentor always said,"Remember that most backpacking accidents happen at river crossings". My backpacking crew used to always joke at river crossing, and say "Remember..." and we would all laugh. That changed a few years ago on a cold February morning when the crew was trying to return to our vehicle from a wilderness trip. It had snowed while we were in the back country and the river also rose while we camped at a dry shelter. We rested well before the first river crossing, because we knew once we got wet, it was non-stop hiking for generating body heat. One of our own got swept at our third of five river crossings, and the temperature was below freezing. Damn near killed a good friend. Remember...
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