![]() We set off around 8:30 a.m. The clouds were coming in from the west over Brunner Island. The kayaks, smooth. The water, muddy. The sun couldn't make it out of the east, let alone onto our shoulders. "You're gonna have wet asses" Steve's uncle politely mentioned as we pushed off. "Eh," we shrugged. We've been getting advice from his uncles for years and they're usually right and we usually ignore them. Just a few weeks ago, they had to tow Steve's boat back upstream after the engine died, after they carved a wooden plug so we wouldn't sink. Luckily, we were able to paddle hard enough to run into some trees leaning out into the river and tie off so we didn't get washed downstream. Just a few minutes later and a about a hundred yards downstream, just past the first bend, it started to rain. There was a break in the clouds down past Shocks Mill Bridge so we paddled. Didn't fish much. Past the Conoy Past the White Cliffs, Through the Haldeman Riffles skirting Ely and Pole Islands aiming for a big slow eddy where we pulled ashore. There, under a thick grove of river birch and maple, we had a morning snack and shot the shit for an hour until the rain passed through. We watched the water.
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Jeff
5/13/2017 10:46:39 am
I love this
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Michael
5/13/2017 11:10:50 am
Thanks man! Really appreciate it.
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Jess
5/13/2017 11:09:12 am
I really love this. I like the genre mix and the voice of the uncles. Beautiful work!
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Michael
5/13/2017 11:11:06 am
Thanks! :)
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