I don't have a huge fear of rivers. I still walk on the edge and sit on the rocks than line them but I can't do it without thinking of my sister. She actually fell off a rock after having her picture taken. I'm sure she never imagined she would fall off that rock and die especially since she was an avid hiker; but now that's what I imagine each time I step on a river rock. I take a little extra time to make sure my footing is solid and that the rocks are stable.
This picture is of Rock Creek. As I was walking along I saw a sign that warned people of strong undercurrents and I knew for sure that this river could kill me. But it didn't and for that I am grateful. It allowed me to walk along the edge and stand on the rocks and take this picture. I survived taking this picture. Strangely, my sister wasn't as lucky on her last hike to a river.
I guess I tell you this as a warning, be careful on the river's edge. Admire it's beauty but know that it is stronger and more powerful than it looks. And, just for the heck of it, tell your family that you love them; it can't hurt.
