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Rescue crews search along the bluff and down by the shore where he was last heard from. The spring river runs high and fast. A strong swimmer might return from a fall into the water. We, the dogs and I, traverse the opposite bank. They wade in the shallows and quench their thirst. Others paddle out to fetch logs their owners have thrown in. Mine are not inclined to follow. Like me, they are weak swimmers and know their limits. The young college student comes to mind. Flyers posted around town announce his disappearance. His photo shows a face without trouble. The dogs run across a sandy beach. Their delight lightens my heart and softens my worry. I remember the man lost in the river and then I forget.