The alarm pierces what was a dead sleep. It is 4:30 in the morning. No one is awake, anywhere, at least no one in his or her right mind. But to really experience a morning on the water, one has to wake before the river does.
The boat trailer was hitched last night and sits waiting in the side yard. Dew glistens on the windshield and reflects the moonlight like a quiet beacon. As the truck moves slowly forward the hitch slips only slightly and clangs as it engages. The chains rattle as if they can’t wait to get moving.
