What I found was a beautiful stretch of the North Fork of the river.
Slowly moving current. Long stretches of deep swimmable water. Sat on the rocks dangling
my feet.
Contemplated, for Sid's sake, writing something in this journal about
how beautiful it was. Clear water running over brown boulders. Clear water running
over golden brown sand. Turquoise moss on weathered trees.
What the hell, the rocks and water and trees do not need my words.