Jessica Johnson aimed a flashlight toward the marshy shoreline, meticulously scanning the shallows. She reached up to part the dangling branches of a willow tree as the canoe crept slowly beneath it. Tranquil cricket song carried across the darkened surface, interrupted occasionally by a deep baritone croak from somewhere nearby. We were trolling the banks of Stansbury Lake, but the moment’s combined elements were more evocative of a lazy float down a Louisiana bayou.
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