On her way back to the cabin, she decided to jump the stream instead of using the bridge. It was a bright, sunny day, and the sounds of the birds and her time in the chapel had her feeling inspired. She looked up and down the thin trickle of water and made sure she was at a fairly narrow spot before she backed up a few steps and took a running leap. She easily landed on the other side, though the ice on the bank extended into the snow farther than she had imagined and her foot slipped just a bit. Righting herself, she let out a small giggle and then continued on her way, happy as the larks she imagined might be joining in the chorus in the trees nearby.
Memphis was waist high in cold water and loving every second of it. With his waders on, he couldn’t really feel the chill, though a splas
