For the next six days, the boys lived that dream to the fullest. Mornings were leisurely, the warming fire tall, fish plentiful, the moon full and bright. People surfed when they pleased. Fueled by pounds of bacon, the Patersons ran up the river and swam down it day after day, enjoying the most progressive riverboarding either could imagine, occasionally joining the kayakers for party surfs.
By placing their trust in Kowalski, every one of these athletes had taken a leap of faith, and now they savored the fruits. With the embers of a fire dying down, the full moon rising through a pink sky, Monkman rolled a smoke and Marr watched as the Patersons enjoyed their final family surf of the day.
“This was the perfect trip,” Monkman said.
“I can’t decide what’s better though, the moonrise or the sunset,” answered Marr.
Monkman looked around, surveying both horizons, and giggled.
“It’s all a dream, Benny.” The two fell silent under the hum of the Nelson River.