No one fell in, just the dang level. Yeow.

Wayne and an unidentified helper on top of the crib pause to fish out the spirit level from the lake bottom.
A helpful soul took this photo from the shoreline.

Northwoods Wayne continues the epic battle to rebuild his ravaged Rainy Lake dock. Today he sent this photo of the progress and another of himself, clad in chest-high waders, dipping to his armpit, fishing off the bottom of the fresh-thawed waters in the northern-most reaches of our nation's borderland.
Turns out it was his spirit level, a precision instrument used to make the piles of rocks and timbers appear to be flat and straight, that somehow slipped from the grasp and had to be retrieved from the icy depths.
Work continues. Stay dry, Wayne. (Ain't retirement grand?)

Looks level enough. Couldn't you just eyeball it?