Five people, Don, Dennis, Del, Tom and Gary braved the Black river in spite of an ominous weather forecast and were rewarded with an excellent trip. There were a few sprinkles the first day but the river was crystal clear and fishing was fine. The river level was a little low but nobody had to get out and drag over shallow spots. Our gravel bar camping spot was deep in the backcountry surrounded by tree covered hills. Nightime brought a chorus of bullfrogs, whippoorwills, toads and hoot-owls. The sky was overcast and no stars were visible but there were an abundance of fireflies. Shortly after hitting the river the second day we passed a small creek that was pouring an incredible amount of muddy water into the river. After that point the river was a murky mess and fishing fell off considerably. About 45 minutes before we took off the river the clouds opened up and a drenching rain commenced. Fortunately it stopped while we were loading up the gear and the boats. Everything considered it was a good trip.