It’s a gray morning on the river, but any morning on the river is a good morning and it’s supposed to clear up later today, so all is not lost. The weather is cool, and we took a walk to get the lay of the land. It’s the early riser benefit. No one else is stirring. There was a wild turkey, blooming flowers, and quiet. The campground is nearly empty, the Easter weekend crowd has returned to their labors leaving the land to us retired folk. Nice.

The wind came up last night as we strummed our guitars and tried to fill the dark with tunes. I had trouble getting started myself but found my voice under a rock and finally got it to cooperate. I think it was just so quiet in the woods along the river that I didn’t feel me singing added much to the ambiance. It all worked out in the end though, and we had a good evening of song and companionship. There were stars when we went to bed. The clouds came later.

Not idea what the plans are for the today. No plan is mostly how I do my river trips. At some point I imagine we’ll find ourselves down by the water. I’ve yet to test it, but it looks clear and cold and a nice place to sit in a chair which is what I would like to do because sitting by a river as it goes about its business of flowing to the sea is pretty restful and I can use a good dose of restfulness.

John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale