...that you find yourself on an empty desert river with bright sunshine, 60* temps, blue skies, your lovely wife, and a couple of legendary paddlers.
Even less often that this happens in February.
Courtesy of a low-snow winter curbing interest (or even ability) to explore in the high country, a few weekends ago Jeny and I found ourselves at the Westwater put-in sharing the ramp with John and Dave. I'd met these two once before but we'd never really paddled together.
Here's to serendipity, spring, and new friends on old rivers. May it lead into summer and fall many seasons hence with these same 'old' friends on new rivers.
Thanks for checkin' in.