That’s what we used to build our ‘monkey bridge’ at a Ten Mile River camp in upstate NY long, long ago. (We were greatly proud of our creation until Dominic — our much hated assistant scoutmaster — went ape-shit for some reason and cut it down using a Bowie knife that he religiously whet-stoned every day. (???) That knife went through our lashings like they were nothing.)
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