The journey to this juncture has tested us and has left us wondering if we should continue on.
Our food is dehydrated. Water is required to re-hydrate it. I was far from comfortable taking the water from the relatively stagnant river. Regardless of how good our filter is, Giardia and other little bugs are just waiting for new hosts.
As I wander up the small incline at the start of the next long portage, I encounter a campsite littered with glow sticks. My reaction is inevitable.
That same reaction re-rejuvenates my diminished energy levels and we decide to move on.
As I move through the long portage trail, the creature within my book "A Long Paddle Home" comes into my mind like a wraith and pushes me.