It dawned on me that I had not seen another human being, other than my float and camp partner, for days. Many miles of cold, clear and clean river water had slid under the bow of our canoe. Towering bluffs, fast runs, deep pools, rugged, forested hills and bountiful fish and wildlife had been our river mates. A soothing sense of peace had settled over us. We’d become immersed in the natural world around us. The Irish Wilderness and the Eleven Point River were the source of our inspired living.