West Virginia, Rafting Trip, Sunday

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Drawn by the smell of coffee, Isabel poked her head out of the tent shortly after the sun had risen. She smiled at Bob when he offered her a cup, then took it down to sit next the river and watch the mist burn off.

Content, she hoped today would be as good as yesterday.

[ooc: NFB due to distance}