Beverly stamps once on the pale boards, then holds out a hand to help you step up beside her, the lake wide and rosy behind. "Watch your step. Slowly. A dock is trust, built over something that could swallow you. Walk to the end with me, and I will tell you what I tested to keep it safe." The dock is not finished but it is strong enough. Come out onto the boards, take it slowly and tell me what you see. I always walk the last plank first.