The stream widened and narrowed as he walked. There was a place with stones that were a width apart that could be jumped, but they were slick with water and moss - and the water between looked deep enough to cause a problem if someone fell. If there were stones there, there was also the chance of a head injury.

The more downstream he went, the louder it got until it formed into a waterfall. Small, but a waterfall all the same. One tree leaned across - climbable, he saw immediately, but it would take a jump across to make it, and the landing was uncertain. There weren't enough leaves or brush to make the landing soft enough to be dependable. He thought he could roll through it and avoid breaking a bone, but his joints would ache afterward, even with his newly-regained youth.

At the fall's bottom, there was a patch that looked passable, but to get down with any reasonable time would mean climbing, and the stones here were as slick as the others upstream. No easy way in sight. Only a choice of uncertainties.

The waterfall cut his time short, and as such, he headed back to their meeting place, early enough to see her approach and greet her with a raised hand. "I've found no clear way, but a handful of unsure possibilities. By your face, I see you've found similar."