The cabin has no bathroom but is within eyesight of the bathhouse. She and I would become soul mates in the days ahead. On the first few days I stay close to the cabin, savoring the sights, smells and sounds of the river. During the day, I sit on a boulder that juts out of the river and watch a Kingfisher dive for lunch. A tiger swallowtail and a sandpiper amuse me for hours.
Rafters race down the river howling with pleasure.
At night, I light campfires and roast hot dogs or chicken. I sing Amazing Grace to the Raven Fork, hoping no one will hear me but the coyotes and owls. My musical efforts pale in comparison to hers as I watch and listen to her enchanting symphony. On the fourth day, I muster enough courage to explore. I look at the map and find directions to Mingo Falls, which is within walking distance.