I stopped at a tributary creek to fill up on the life sustaining fluid less long-winded types refer to as water. A feeling of tranquility overcame me. These emotions appear to coincide with proximity to water. Perhaps I am experiencing a primal instinct, a survival need met, a sense of safety bringing comfort and happiness.
My animal friends seemed to agree with this assessment. Deer, vultures, ducks, turtles, squirrels, and egrets were abundant. I even had my first confirmed rattler sighting, a Northern Pacific slowly slithering across the Pony Express Trail and down toward the water. The serpent paid me absolutely no mind even though I only stood a few feet away.
By late afternoon the river ceased rolling and so did I. We both had reached Folsom Lake, where a dam corrals the American, allowing her to be utilized by thousands of nearby residents and businesses. I rested a few hundred yards from shore, mind and body at ease. I see why Thoreau chose to live next to a pond.
17 miles/3910 total miles