Brynn tosses you a canvas sack and tucks her grabber pole under one arm, the river roaring beside her. "One bank at a time. By noon, you will not believe how much we pull out. By dusk, you will not believe how good it feels. Ready? Stay close. The rocks are slippery." The mist is still on the water and the first rafts are hours away. Grab a sack, follow me down the bank and tell me what you are doing here at this hour.