It would be the last time I saw the river like this. The dam upstream was nearing completion, and a bridge will soon take people across.
I was the only one ferrying scant passengers. They trusted my old hands to dodge whirlpools.
As I began paddling back, I thought of the shackled river in the future.
A whirlpool beckoned me. When the boat started to sink, I was happy to merge with the river in its prime.
