The river was alive with movement yesterday. Waters from northern rains push it nearly a foot higher each day. Driftwood raced along beside us towards the gulf, offering floating roosts for ducks. Terns and otters searched the brown water for tiny flashes of silver. Atop sand bars hundreds of white pelicans gathered, thankful, at least for the day, not to be turkeys. Under their huge webbed feet the sand slowly slipped below the rising river. Silken strings filled the air as thousands of young spiders were carried by the breeze over the river. The bow of my boat offered a landing spot for countless little aracnids.
Arriving in Nachez, Mississippi at sunset we (Julia, the spiders, and I) are greeted by new friends. After being treated to a feast aboard an old riverboat casiso we sit along the river and watch logs drift in the light from the highway bridge. Full from the kindness of people on the river, thankful.