The sun set. My boat had stopped drifting. The Delaware River between New Jersey and Pennsylvania was calm. The rain stopped, the crickets chirped, happy with the still summer air. My bathingsuit was finally dry. The only problem with that river is not having shelter on either side from a rainstorm. I watched the residents of the river banks put umbrellas over their heads while grilling. Some took their dogs and children inside. The teenagers laughed, and had mud fights. The rain stopped, the grillers closed their umbrellas, the dogs came out to play, and the teenagers stuck their feet off their docks to clean off the mud. My oar hit a rock; I lifted it and turned slightly to the right. My journey continued theough the still summer air. Crickets chirped, dogs barked, bonfires crackled, and the rain was stopped for the night. The sun rose the next morning, and the routine continued for the resident of the river bank. I, continued my solo journey between the two Northeastern states, only to be caught in the rain again.