A small group of us—my husband, Darren, my sisters, their friends, and myself—stood on the stone riverbanks watching other campers slide gleefully down the creek. My youngest sister, Jamie, and her friends decided to give it a try. I joined them and Darren whipped out his camera. Over the years the water had smoothed and shaped the rock into gentle slopes, forming a natural “slip ‘n slide.” But there was no way to go about sliding gracefully. Water did nothing to soften the stone riverbed as we bounced over exposed quartz veins and tumbled into pools. (I somewhat regretted my participation when I felt the aches and pains the next day.)