You are lucky to get away with that trick.
In NZ we can have a large rainfall in the high country, this drains down through the streams into the rivers.
Trampers a long way downstream, in a bright sunlit day, start to cross the river, the upcountry rain can come down the river like a sea wave and wash the tramper off his feet, his pack stops free movement and suddenly he is checking up with St Peter.
I personally, on a search and rescue mission many years ago, have stepped into ankle deep water on one side of a peaceful looking river, by the time we had crossed to the other side of the river had risen to a bum high raging torrent.
Water has to be given great respect.
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