Floating to an Island

There was a time when I was young, probably 13 or 14 years old. I was with two friends, Brian and Kurt. We found a large log on the shore of the Lamoille River. The river ran right on by the neighborhood I grew up in. This log was almost 2 feet thick and long enough for us all to get on it side by side.

The 3 of us lined up side by side on the log. We rode the log kicking our feet in the water. There was an island out in the river that we floated and kicked our way out to. When we got to the shore of the island we pulled the heavy log mostly out of the water and laid it on the ground. We left the log to go explore the island. It was not a large island. We were probably not gone more than 10 or 15 minutes.

When we got back to the place we left the log, it was gone. It had been taken by the current and floated away. We would have to swim to get back to the mainland. The island wasn't especially far out in the water, but there was a strong current. We were just barely good enough of swimmers to make it back.