I must cross this body of water.

There is no route around it. Nor under it.

I have no aircraft.

No watercraft.

No bridge.

And it’s too far to swim.

Turn back? Not an option.

The sea saw it,
and fled:
Jordan
was driven back.

Tremble, thou earth,
at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob;

Which turned the rock into a standing water,
the flint into a fountain of waters.

Psalm 114

Drinking water instead of flint?

I could use that also!