A generous ranger from Platte River loaned me his canoe, so I was able to float down from the Platte River weir to the mouth (where it joins Lake Michigan in a long sandbar). It was sunny and 80 degrees! The shallow river was full of huge salmon heading upstream. When they dove underneath the canoe, I was reminded of being a teenager, on my bicycle, peddling down the gravel shoulder of a country road with semi trucks blasting past.
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