this morning #1132.

this morning, we were standing downstream from the source of the screams. that man was clearly in distress. the sound rippled down the river for ten seconds or so. then there was a long pause followed by a single quick scream that stopped short. i turned to my mom, hoping that she’d know just what to do but she was just as shocked as i was. frozen. we talked it over. agreed that we’d just heard someone die. i checked my phone. no reception. a minute later, we heard footsteps barreling towards us through the pines. i grabbed mom by the arm & shook her to attention. pointed to a cave about a hundred feet away. we made a break for it. this vacation has taken one hell of a turn.