HANGING IN THE BREEZE
“Ah finally!” Lori said as she pointed ahead and advised Sam that a beach area was up ahead and was big enough to pull the boat up on the bank and let them camp for the night.
“It’s about time; first we see all kinds of nice camping spots, then nothing for the last 6 miles or so. I was getting worried about what we were going to do before nightfall if something didn’t come up quick!” Sam replied cutting his trolling motor and deploying his Super Stick to anchor themselves as he observed their landing point for any apparent dangers.
As he stood there loosely holding the pole, Lori looked at the bottom of the river heading in for any rocks or submerged tree limbs they needed to worry about.
Sam had evaluated his and Lori’s chances of not only surviving but quality o
