Swells - start

All in our private spaces. I thought about the two pairs of strong little arms that would soon embrace me when I got home. The wide river was flat, calm, smooth almost mirroring our private thoughts.

We entered a turn and met two massive barges going upstream. Their wake was incredible. Walls of water crashed over the bows. It even reached the upper deck. The water washed swiftly from bow to stern. Our gear stowed on the lower deck looked like it was at the bottom of a wishing well. The next deep trough came.
"Brace!" I called out praying my laptop would not be thrown from the overhead locker while it was charging.
The bow gate was bent inwards as the breaker scrubbed the decks. James's red journal spun through my feet, skating on river water. The bow dipped, and then plunged steeply as the pontoons were weighed down by a few tons of the Mississippi. Motor eased off and the Sunbird's bow reemerged.
"Crew count!" Bobby yelled jokingly.