The smoke from the campfire drifts up through the trees and spreads out higher up as it
catches a breeze. The campers rise one by one as they drift up
by the fire for coffee. The aroma of bacon drifts on the breeze as the cook of the day prepares breakfast.  You can hear the rattle of pots and pans as he
shuffles them around to find what he needs. You can see little pinpoints of light as smolers light up their first smoke. Then with little puffs of smoke here and there, they get their gear ready. The cook yells out "chow's up" amd everyone gathers around for
breakfast. Soon they are spread out on logs and on the ground against trees eating breakfast. When they finish each one washes his plate, cup and fork and stacks them in the camp box and head for the boats.
Soon you hear the different sounds of the motors as they crank them up and head for their favorite fishing spot on the river. The camp is empty now. Everything is in its place. The tents are closed and empty, only
the sound of the birds as the sun rises to spread its glow across the campsite. A day of fishing has begun.