Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below
Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through
Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top
Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend
Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal
Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.
Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin