There’s this one stretch of the Raritan River that’s beautiful. The current runs slower here and the trout are easier to see lazing in the shallows. Yesterday, a group gathered right above my fishing spot. Not to fish. Definitely not to hike as they were dressed too nicely. They lingered. Someone sang a song. Before that, two or three from the group (I believe I saw a kid too) scrambled up the hillside. Not much to hang onto on that rocky slope I can tell you that. It was hard to see from my vantage point what exactly they were doing. I could hear talking and laughing but mostly talking. I moved upriver. You could tell something, not exactly holy, but something in that vein was going on. So, I gave them space to say goodbye, I suppose.