I found a piece of driftwood last summer while I was on a weekend trip to the American river. We walked down a steep hill to get to the river, then walked along big rocks on an adventure upstream. Well, we didn’t get too far on our adventure because let’s be honest, I am a wimp. I am truly pathetic when it comes to any activity that involves possibly getting hurt. When a hill gets too steep, I’d rather sit and slide down than attempt to walk and possibly fall. Let’s just say I don’t quite live on the edge. But, the scary upstream walk was totally worth it once I found this awesome piece of driftwood. I grabbed it and some other smaller pieces of wood and knew I would find some use for it, even though it happened to be a whole year later.