Crick and Loomis finally poled their raft to a likely landing point and surveyed the steep slope up from the river.
“This is about as good as it gets I guess.” Crick stated flatly surveying the steep wooded incline.
“I guess you’re right, let’s land this thing and get going then.” Loomis said pushing along the bottom with his makeshift 2x4 oar.
They tied off the raft to a tree to keep it from drifting and began their steep ascent, grabbing branches and bushes for handholds to assist their progress up the slippery slope.
“Any idea where we are at?” Loomis asked puffing along climbing up after Crick.
“That’s kind of a yes and kind of a no. What I mean is, I know what general direction to go but I have no idea how deep these woods are until we get to a paved road and figure out exactly
