The day was slowly coming to an end. The light was waning by the time we finished packing up the fishing gear, and we set course toward the old salt quarry where'd we'd spend the night.
It had not been the usual fare of silly banter and tossing beer cans to each other in the boat with your friend. No, today the tension was outright overwhelming, stifling any idle conversation except for the brief shouts of joy when someone reeled in a fish.
Walking slowly through the underbrush upward, yo...