Dear Farm Journal,
I woke up to the gentle sound of moving water calling to the deep wells within. Where the river wets the bank is where I’m summoned. I stand before her rushing elegance and inhale her morning magic. Today is a river day. We pack up our camp and head back to the farm. Rufus stays behind to prepare our gear for the boundary waters, while I load my kayak in the van and meet up with The Driftless Bitches Adventure Club to float bridge 4-7. And the river, she never disappoints.
~Joy