Life is good, and so are our prospects.
We paddle downwind along a wilderness - passing not so much as a tent or a cabin on 20 miles of lakeshore. Never mind the dark clouds and steeply slanted gray bands forming on the broad horizon. They must be 30 or 40 miles off. Not our problem. I quit paddling for a few minutes, drifting on that tail wind and pull my tattered copy of Mont Hawthorne out of his waterproof bag.