You don’t know about me without you have read a post by the name of Stepping Stones; but that ain’t no matter. The post was made by Pablo, and he told the truth, mainly.
What you see above is a more recent photo of the stepping stones I’d placed in the ephemeral pond below the dam. What? You don’t see them? There they are. Under the water!
My plan is not working out as well as I had hoped. The water seems to be deeper at some times than at others. (And when it is deeper, it is also wider, which means the normally dry land I would step from might be underwater too.) No doubt the deep times will be when I need to cross, right?
So I’m not sure just what to do. I have a pretty good supply of slabs up the hill, but I may need to break them up to make them manageable sizes. And then what? Put them on top of these? Will they be wobbly? Will they tip me into the water when I try to cross? Will I come to see them after several weeks away and find them unseated by rushing water or mischievous critters? Is this what I get for trying to civilize the forest?
Whatever happens, I expect I’ll have wet boots. I been there before.
My apologies, Mr. Twain!