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Show 86 learn to swim. The raft shuddered and pitched violently. Then, as if knowing it had had enough, it righted itself, and scraped over a gravel bar into shallow water. We were beached. I lay limp as seaweed, my face pressed against the wet logs. I wiggled my toes, my feet, my arms. I looked up, wiping water and sand from my face. Tip was sprawled out beside me, looking like a dazzled ghost. "We did it!" she sputtered. I dragged myself from the raft and surveyed the damage. The outside log, right side, was cracked and the bow rope broken. The raft was stripped of everything except our supplies which were still tied down. And the two of us. "I'm not named Erickson for nothing," I gasped, and collapsed on the cold wet sand. |