Wow Amos a real life Swallows and Amazons moment there.

Paddling my Uncle Oscar's jon boat across the Chickahominy River early in the morning when steams and mists are all over it. Sitting there under the cypress trees, bumpin against the cypress knees, waiting for the sun to get up high enough to glint off the kitchen window of Aunt Dot's cottage.

Rowing back across the silent sparkling water, whiffing the smell of coffee and bacon as I drudged back up to house in dew wet sneakers.

My god! What I wouldn't give to go back there.