I crossed the mighty Missouri River, leaving agrarian Nebraska in my rear view window.
We used to camp over on the Gunnison River, and fish some, all four of us.
Brady could've lost it in the river, but she should still pick up some electromagnetic fluctuation, if he was anywhere except the bottom of the river.
I have seen our river, when, the landscape being covered with snow, both water and ice were almost as green as grass.
The chasm appeared to Dean to be a hundred feet or more to the river below.
In between, his sleep-movies starred Annie, huddled and pregnant as she walked the penstock trail in tears, and Shipton plunging down to the rocks and river below, amid scores of viewers clapping and cheering his bloody demise.
But his cry came an instant too late as Shipton plummeted past him, his ice ax swinging in a rip across Dean's calf as he plummeted backward into space, and down to the rocks and churning river below.
"Did they pull the helo out of the river?" he asked.
He knew the river lay far below and they'd negotiated less than half the distance.
There was a lot about some guy from here who turned up missing fishing over on the Gunnison River, but they just stopped mentioning it after a few weeks.
The Uncompahgre Gorge, a deep and narrow cut in the rock of the San Juan Mountains, hugged in its confines, a river of the same name.
The pair drove down Seventh Street, crossed over the Uncompahgre River and followed the dirt road to the small cluster of mobile homes.
But it was August and that river isn't exactly world-class white water.
At this spot, a bridge spanning the Uncompahgre River bisected the two main climbing sections that extended almost a mile.
Once beyond access to the river below, the seldom-used path presented an unbroken cover of fresh white, now blanketed in more than a foot of fresh powder, as it followed the large pipe toward the reservoir.
She was standing at the rail, peering down river, dressed in only a sweater, clutching her arms to her body against the snow and chilling cold.
The pair tramped further to the next closest point where they could see his line of descent to the river far below.
If Shipton was far enough over the edge, close enough to the bottom and the river to survive the fall, how could he see you hacking away at his rope?
He hit a comfortable pace and stayed there as he peddled past the cemetery and the open meadows where a herd of elk grazed near the river to his left, standing at attention near the edge of the tall cottonwoods that lined the bank.
It climbed gently along the escarpment above the river and was devoid of traffic.
Her anger at him slid away as she huddled against a large river rock, alone.
With one last look at the river, she turned away and climbed the bank clumsily before heading towards the road leading from the bridge to her home.
You're lucky if you fell out of the sky into the river and lived to tell it.
A cool breeze swept over the river, and Lana shivered until they neared one of the spits, the one with the least amount of people there.
"I need to cross the river," she told Kelli.
The helo left them at Texarkana, the southernmost point on their map, before missile fire from the other side of the river erupted.
But then again, there are so many refugees trickling into the cities along the river, it's hard to say she's not here.
We formed our own networks along the river and joined forces with the Twelfth Army.
In fact, all the cities along the river could.
The jets came from the west, beyond the river, a realization that didn't register until the ground shook under the impact of the first laser missile strike dropped.
The submarine bumped against the dock on the other side of the river, and the soldier turned it off.
The man who piloted her across the river stayed in the sub, and she and Jack climbed out.
"Smuggled her via the subs across the river," Mike said.
We'll have to risk flying past the river if we want to find her.
All the cities along the Mississippi River had been marked as contaminated to some extent.
Randolph was the smallest of them, so she'd picked this town to cross the River rather than the larger ones south along the Mississippi.
The size of the river made Lana tick off one of her alternatives.
We're building a bigger battery to store the energy we generate from the river, but … Kelli shrugged.
Yes, he writes that the French were beaten at... at... what river is it?
They say the other day Matthew Ivanych Platov drove them into the river Marina and drowned some eighteen thousand in one day.
The case was evidently this: a position was selected along the river Kolocha--which crosses the highroad not at a right angle but at an acute angle--so that the left flank was at Shevardino, the right flank near the village of Novoe, and the center at Borodino at the confluence of the rivers Kolocha and Voyna.
To anyone who looks at the field of Borodino without thinking of how the battle was actually fought, this position, protected by the river Kolocha, presents itself as obvious for an army whose object was to prevent an enemy from advancing along the Smolensk road to Moscow.