I cleaned out my spot in the girl shack. took my pfd, my guide stick and rest of my gear and stuck it in the back of my truck. the boat yard was empty and silent. evening storm rolled by and everyone was gone. wind blew empty beer cans around the yard.

I got into my truck and drove off. my heart sinking a little from saying goodbye to the family I’ve been with for the past couple months. saying good bye to the boat yard.

our summers are so short.

641 cfs.

fantastic.

life.