What I did learn from this though is that you can't cross it. Well maybe you could but I couldn't seem to find a way across. Back to the story. Greg and I hit this hole and at some point I decided to attempt to cross it in order to get to the other bank and work my way down the hole towards the bend by the road. I distinctly remember Greg saying that there was no way to cross. This hole is surprisingly deep... I was to learn that shortly. I told Greg no worries that we could cross as long as we picked our way across carefully. I managed to get about half way across when the water came up to my waist. The next few steps I took proved just how deep the hole really is:
So the morning session on day 2 at Harman's ended with me taking a swim and having to empty out my vest and all my fly boxes. Most of them were full with water. I had to dry everything out back at the cabin. I am still drying stuff out at my house (on the dining room table, much to the wife's dismay) even as I write this!