Walking along the cracked footpath, I try to pay attention to the river flowing but I can’t hear the majestical sound of the river flowing down the mountain. I climb over the mound and to my surprise instead of seeing the beautiful river I see nothing but the bottom of the river. I have never seen the river so dry. I started to run upstream hoping to see the sight of water. Shivers ran up and down my spine as I got further upstream. I decided to give up because if i hadn’t seen anything yet I wasn’t going to.