All together, we drift down. The river’s full after the recent rains, tall grass and vegetation show partially submerged where they’ve been submerged. Every tree hangs its branches low across the flow which insists on dragging me through each spray of twigs – lean forward and headbutt your way through. Follow the line of plastic helmets above plastic craft against the dark background of riverside forestry. Go west old man. Watch out for the shallows.