I’ve gotten out of the habit of journaling nightly and into the full groove of river life. 

Wake up. Two cups of coffee with either hashbrowns or oatmeal, depending on the day. Pack up camp. Hit the water. Listen to the wind and sounds of the Yukon. Pass some time with a podcast or tunes. Look for a creek to find fresh drinking water. Look for a suitable camp. Scout out camp. Call it good. Take out gear, set it on large green tarp. Set up tents. Get dinner going. Relax. Repeat until reaching the sea. 

At this point, deep in the groove of the trip, days and weeks are running together. Neither Jackson or I wear a watch, and other than occasionally looking at the Inreach we rarely know the time. Not a bad way to be.