|Escatapwa River, Alabama|
Solitude, sweet solitude.
For the first time since leaving the Blue Ridge Parkway, I had a section of a campground to myself. Between the weather which turned rainy and cold just as I arrived, and the time of year, those who enjoy kayaking down the river had other plans for the night.
The rain started shortly after I arrived, but the 30 minutes I had before it began was sweet. The river is shallow and flowed quietly past my vantage point. I watched the leaves float by and listened to the silence around me. I could hear the traffic on the road not too far away, but the noise was muted by the trees. I felt something inside loosen, allowing me to breathe deeply; to notice my breath.
All this, plus a hot shower, for $15. Gotta love the off season.
P.S. Love the names of the rivers and some of the towns around here - I couldn't make them up if I tried.