I've been hoping to get my kids and grandsons out for a hike for quite some time, and today, the weather finally appeared to cooperate... well, sort of. The temperature was certainly temperate enough, and the sun even had a bit of genuine warmth, but all that meteorological goodness arrived with a problem. The recent heavy rains, combined with the snowmelt, had so swollen the streams that the rocks which normally afforded easy... and dry-shod... crossings were under considerable water. The only visible way across, unless you were Jesus or a Jesus Bug, was on a beaver-dropped log, a path that required a considerable balancing act. The grand-guys' dad Dennis had no trouble with the excursion. Grandson Luc tried a sitting position, and it worked, except that his legs were a wee bit too long to keep his feet from dangling into the current. Fortunately, Luc is a cold-hardy kid, or, at least, he doesn't complain.