I was equally determined not to die but remained focused on steering us close to the tree and then turning us just enough to get into the eddy. Kit could now walk without any help, but she never let go either and we went on up the road. The next step was some vigorous rubbing of her legs to generate some heat by friction. Once one rolled off, she attacked the next highest log until all were on the ground. Each one was the same length, about ten feet by my estimate, and they had obviously been washed away from a lumber yard upstream. As we sawed, I admitted that watching that scene made me feel different than I ever had before, and for the first time I wondered what Kit looked like naked now that she had grown from earlier days when our parents would allow us to skinny dip together.
