Today The zone and I went to a city called Otuzco. It is far, far away and we decided to go up a big hill. Part of the way there, we realized we'd have to jump a small river, those in Utah would call it a stream. Anyway, while there, one Elder neared the river, lost his fingering on the bottle and... whooosh... (slow motion...)... sppplllaaaasssshhhh. Just like that. Here in the photo I caught precisely the moment as it passed by me. The Unfortunate elder didn't retrieve the water bottle and went home empty handed, (and dehydrated.). but we couldn't let the loss of the sad little water bottle stop us in our adventure to our destination.
1 comment:
This story is tragic! Poor water bottle..ahoo ahoo
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