I feel like I’ve paddled for hours. I look over my shoulder to an empty river. It seems too good to be true that I might be able to rest for a minute. Processing the events that have unfolded is going to have to happen after I get off this river. My priority has to be to get somewhere dry and warm, but where? We are in the middle of nowhere with dozens of miles between here and civilization! There’s not even a logging road or trail that leads to this area. Without cell service, I’m not sure I even know where I am.