I may have spoken too soon.

I put a call in this morning to the caretaker of the small hunting camp that kindly let us store our boats during the last few windy days.  He had offered to give us a lift back over the levee and through the floodplain in his jeep, thus sparing the undercarriage of my friends’ VW Golf.  His road report suggested we wait until tomorrow.

An excerpt from our conversation.

Me:  So, think we can get in today? Caretaker:  Well.  Rain quit this mornin’ bout 4.  But, it’s shitty.   Me: Shitty? Caretaker:  Yeah.  It’s a mud pit back here.  Shitty, shitty.   Me:  Shitty, shitty? Caretaker: Shitty, shitty.

So the river waits another day.  And today we rest, read, and cook a little more.

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About banksofthebasin

Brett grew up in South Jersey, moved to the coast of Maine to study human ecology, and then spent a year traveling on rivers around the world—from the frozen arctic to the mangroves of south Asia. Before setting out on Banks of the Basin he baked bread in Pittsburgh and kayaked the beautiful rivers of central Appalachia.
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