Southern Paddlin' Friends, we made it back. I'm settin' here lookin' how fast the jungle kin take over if ya aint careful. Starlings too, but I got a cure fer them. I reckon ya caint leave more'n a week 'er yer spot will look jest like a Maya temple.
Up yonder in Caroliney the season commences next weekend, so the Lost Mine Campin' spot wuz mostly empty.....jest me, Miz Bear 'n two cops frum Chicargo. Russ, bein' a geezer, joined up rite away, but Dave iz a young cop 'n had ta study on it jest a bit. He finally joined up too. Even named two rapids over ta the French Broad River after him. First ones with Mexican names. [Swampy, Dave wuz one a them Always Fi boys 'n Ole Russ spent time over ta the rice fields.]
Well, I done got ahead a myownself.............agin.
Everday the weather folks cut open a small animal, looked at its liver 'n tole how it wuz gwine ta be some stormy weather. It wuz too. Ever dang day (mostly in the afternoon), but it didnt last too long. First time I didnt put no tarp under the tent 'n rain come in some....but I aint ever claimed ta be no Clifford Jacobs. Next time I'm back ta the old way....jest fer a Southern Test Facility project. I reckon it will be a report on that....course, it will be usin' the science method. Kinda technikle.
I didnt take no sleepin' bag agin. Warnt no need. That big fella cot, the Silver Mine Creek babble 'n the fact that humans wuz mitey scarce made fer some fine sleepin'.
It haz been a long time since I paddled everday. One day I jest paddled a mile 'er two 'n quit cuz I wuz mitey wore out 'n we wuz headed out the next mornin' fer the French Broad at the crack a dawn.
I held off runnin' the falls a day 'er two. When we finally come upon 'em, Dave 'n Russ sez they got a bad mind 'n it wuz rainin' big hard drops, thunderin' too. I know that feelin'. A big rapid looks mitey mean under a dark sky. It mite look even meaner settin' low in a kayak. Bein' a tall fella, I kin see it purty good.
I dont know why I didnt have a bad mind too, but I had a good feelin'. I run it good 'n caught that eddy jest below the big rock that I been tryin' ta grab fer years. It warnt purty, but Dave 'n Russ sez it looked eazy. Miz Bear seen me try so long she knowd better. She also knows the water level 'n seen rite off the dam haz opened up a bit. We figger its so Pirogue 'n all them rafters kin git a bigger thrill when they come down.
Dave 'n Russ figger the French Broad iz a heap eazier than the Nantahala. I dont know why. Its funny how a mind works. Ever now 'n then mine puzzles me a bit, but I reckon I'll leave all that stuff ta Allen. We caint hardly wait til hiz sheepskin comes in so he kin join up on the staff of the Shade Tree Medikle Clinik. It aint eazy ta find how to videos fer fixin' them kind a problems.
I got a truck I aint unloaded yet. I mite tell some more bout the trip if I dont git down in the back agin.:cry:
regards,
bearridge
paddlin' geezer canoe clud
Marie Curie Fan
P.S. Fer years I been tellin' Miz Ann ta git a computin' machine 'n use Mister Gore's internet ta tell folks bout her place. She iz kinda stubborn. She'n Mister John aint bought one yet, but they got a friend who put up a page. It dont have much on it 'n she seen how the pichurs aint too good, but at least its there. I figger I'll put it down ta the bottom....with the warnin' bout some a her rules.