Downstream

On the shore of the Black River, we board an inflatable boat and settle in for our adventure. After passing our old nursery school, we steer around a tree growing horizontally from the bank. Where the current is forced down around it, the water deepens. In this swimming hole, we sisters learned to swim. It was also here that we doggy-paddled alongside Frolic on the last day of summer vacation. Farther downstream, we pass the hounds’ watering holes and the river crossings until we see McCan Mill Bridge. Sarah abandons ship. We picnic on water-logged food in the usual place.