6:30 AM, June 14th (Day 18) - I am waist deep in Marble Creek, wading across just moments after packing up camp, and I am wearing every piece of clothing I have with me including my down jacket. Jess starts across behind me, almost goes down in the swift current and looks up. "What should I do?" Should we cross in tandem, look for a better place to cross, wait until it warms up a little more? "Go back." I say between strong breaths caused by the icy cold water rushing over my legs. I mean go back to the bank and we'll figure it out, but by the time I return to the muddy bank I realize I mean go back, go all the way back, home.