The Joys of Sleeping on a Raft

The day’s work is done. The dishes have been washed, and the Dutch ovens have been scrubbed in the river and laid out to air dry across a table. And when the last campfire story has been told, our passengers — bidding the river guides and each other goodnight — walk down the beach looking for their tents and their cots, their headlamps bobbing like so many fireflies.