That Strange Shore
We had a fine Christmas alone on that strange shore. It was good to relax, to forget about the river and the drifting. There were packages to open. We thought of our friends, and wondered how they were receiving the gifts we had sent-smoked catfish wrapped in aluminum foil and tied with a red ribbon.
Tuning up our instruments, we played twice during the day. We took a walk ashore, and in the evening enjoyed some good reading by the fire. Our thoughts, though, were on the morrow's voyage...
~from Harlan Hubbard's, Shantyboat: A River Way of Life, published 1977 by University Press of Kentucky