While exploring along the stream, we found a “perfect” fishing spot which we showed the men and they moved there to fish. The ground was covered with flat rock, and the spot we found for them had rock shelves hanging over the water. It was such a fun place to play. I was particularly intrigued with a spot where the water rushed over flat, inclined rock. The rock was slimy with moss, and I was sure that it would make an excellent water slide. I was too chicken to try it out myself, but when Thomas took a break from fishing, I convinced him to do it, promising him that if the slide worked, I'd try it out, too. Well, it didn't work. The incline was not enough and neither was the force of the water. He did enjoy “surfing” the rock. He'd stand in the water just on the edge. I would hold his hand and run alongside the water on dry rock as his feet slid along the wet slippery part.