Blake began to daydream as he rested in the canoe. He thought of the last school year forever ago. He thought of all the people walking through the halls like mindless ants with one destination: their next class. He thought of his english teacher, who recommended Blake and his friends try writing an ongoing, collaborative series. Then he recalled the teacher never once commenting on the story and wondered if she even read the posts. A bald eagle overhead caught his attention and he looked towards the sky, the sun setting.

"We should set up camp pretty soon, here."

They'd been on the river since 3 p.m., after eating a late lunch. Adam turned the canoe towards an opening in the forest wall along the shore.