Three men in a raft on a river of 200 billion trillion colors: shades outnumbering the stars in the cosmos. Greenish wet cement. Old pearl. Forest moss. Campfire ash. Moonlight. Quicksilver. Which is to say, waters of no identifiable hue at all.
The current sawed its million-year strokes through the Chugach Mountains. Wild shores. Scores of kilometers of cobbled bars and whitewater. The first river-borne Milestone on a global walk.
In the far distance: high pale riverside dunes, bone dust of mountains, made hazy by windblown sands. Bars of gold Tibetan light angling on through.
Ricocheting from bank to bank, we ride atop a long sigh of released glacial melt, down to the cold sea.