Sunday, August 18--
A colorless trip up the river after work. Met Caleb at the boat landing.
Swimsuits stayed dry. Invented dismal new card games at the campsite, with
a nice fire. But, things were off kilter, nothing was stimulating. Even EZ
just sat and watched the river rather than wetting herself inside it. Late
summer. Nothing is as it was in the rampaging sureness of July, but we had
a good time pretending that everything was fine.
At 7:56 the sun was gone. The thermometer read "57" and the
humidistat dial cover was obscured by internal dew. Caleb doused the fire
and threw an empty Mountain Dew can into the boat while I sat in torpor in
the driver's seat. Blue air lowered. Nothing to do, but be depressed as dying
campfire smoke retreated from sight and cobalt mist spread out from shore
and blanketed our course.