On our way to the beach exit we have to again cross a book. Only that it carries much more water than yesterday. It looks deep and waves ruffle the surface. The high tide isnt long ago and still pushes up the river mouth. The nightly rain additionally swelled the creek. Several cars stand on both sides of the brook, among them four ranger pick-ups, pretending to be heavily busy: They are eating sandwiches, or watch the area, apparently not interested in the river. Joerg just takes a short look at the water and sets off. As we passed through without any problems very suddenly busy traffic commences and everybody crosses the creek. The must have waited for the first twit to be brave enough to cross the brook.