Humid today, condensation on the windows, leads to contemplation.
She lives somewhere in Idaho, is 31 years old, and no longer on her honeymoon. She hasn't taken a raft trip on the Middle Fork since 1995. She confessed and apologized for stealing cigarettes back then. When we knew her she had long dark hair with a shaved band above her ears, like someone receiving shock treatments. She remembers mostly the evil fat green cigar she smoked on her 15th birthday that made her so sick. That, and our walk down the river one afternoon when we fell in love with her, the river, walking, adventure.
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