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and waded - wow, but it is excruciating to wade a rocky stream barefoot. Following a trail I came to another crossing and waded again before I realized I must be back on the mountain side of the river. Going out to where I could see, I was, sure enough, so I took off shoes and stockings a third time and waded back. I was completely turned round but knew I [[underlined]] must [[/underlined]] keep the mountain ridge at my back. I climbed a high hill, hoping to see the Ry in the distance, but nothing but more high hills. But