We took one more canoe trip on a sunshiney day just before we tipped into the dark half of the year and ticked our clocks back. The leaves were gilt, glimmering, fluttering down, and making the journey down river with us. The trees had shed enough of their foliage that we could see up into to the bluffs that are normally quite hidden. Bone white sycamore trunks lurched over us. We even saw young buck splash his way across the creek just in front of us. We shared the river with the wild life but no other humans did we come across. It was quite sublime.