I saw the light from the other guy’s headlamp bobbing through the trees so I waited until he was within hailing distance. He’d passed me earlier in the evening—I was already standing in the water by then—enroute to his spot a bend or two downstream.
“How’d you do?” I called.
“Not great,” he said. “A couple of small ones.”
We fell into step on the narrow trail leading out to the parking area, our headlamps coring the dark.