Whitefish River i take my whiskey neat

she'd followed the river's line during midday, the sun a warm embrace to the touch of her back. the water stretched through canopy and uncloaked terrain, eventually spitting her out at an open stretch of winding rapids. the vapor rising from the hot springs could be seen in the distance, with the glacier just teasing the far edges of her vision.

she wondered if those who she'd left behind there still remained, or if they'd moved on.

breeze swept in the pungent aroma of an unfamiliar pack, and she noted down the direction in which it came in order to seek them out at a later time. for now she set her sights to the river and to the shadows of lingering fish waiting for a calm in the cascade.

with any luck, she might score some sushi for an early dinner.