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When we get to the river my heat sinks. It is wider than I've ever seen, flowing swift and strong. The water is a turbid brown from eroding the banks it usually passes by so softly. Branches have been blow in by the storm. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does, but harshly, more like mini vortexes. In the rain that still falls the surface is pitted so thickly that the radiating ripples cancel one another out. Adding to the torrent coming from the stone-grey sky is the April melt from the mountains to the East. This river is not what we prepared ourselves for, the brutal swell before us makes the boat we have pulled with an old war-horse look like it will simply be our coffin, carrying us out to sea rather than to the opposite bank. Tommy looks at me, his eyes say it all. If we turn back we've doomed the troops waiting for our report, if we go forwards we most likely doom ourselves too. Die by court marshall in shame or by exposure, we ready the boat.

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The turbulent brown flow eddied it's way down the river bringing sticks and other vegetation. It tugged at the banks eroding the soft mud.

By notreallyme, October 3, 2014.
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It looked like Willy Wonka's chocolate river, but there was no cocoa powder in there. The opaque brown was nothing but mud stirred up by the immense flood water that threatened to burst the banks.

By notreallyme, October 3, 2014.