But even after all this exercise, I am still wound up. I wander down the commercial dock to gaze at a couple of old lake freighters tied up there, and to investigate the plant, the source of so much noise in the otherwise still night. It's a warm night, with a calm lake and no wind. The pier is lit with pools of orange light from sodium lamps. The plant drones in the background.
Mayflies swarm in the air.
We are in a harbor. I am cruising. I have been waiting years to do this. I love every minute of it. Continues with Day Three .