Day Five - the dark night on the river

In retrospect it was a very foolish idea. Of course the fact that we had no flashlight nor boat lights made a dark dark night seem inky black. Added to this foolishness was the difficulties that we had been having all week navigating the low water and huge boulders . . . and now trying to do that in the dark? Foolish indeed.

But it was also very special. It smelled crisp and tight as only dusk on the water can. The air and sounds were so much more in the dark. Bats were buzzing the boat and were startling in how they almost made physical contact with us in their swoops for insects. The owls were out in force, the loons and seagulls gone for the night. It was very peaceful, of course until we reached fast water and then it became . . . interesting.

Surprisingly we hit bottom very very little compared to the next day, when in the bright bright sunlight of the morning we bottomed out over and over over the exact same stretch of river. The lesson for me was this; I can often be far more successful in navigating the waters of life, when I cannot see all of the potential hazards, obstacles and challenges ahead. Instead, I might find the right path much more by faith than with my eyes.