Page 112 - "Mississippi in the 1st Person" - Michael James Stone (Demo/Free)
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INSPIRED.

         Those two guys and eating had inspired me. The sky was blue the trees were green, there was
         just enough water to get in the boat and so with a smile on my face I paddled up around the

         bend….and just around the bend sat a tree.

          Or I should lay a tree as pretty as you please across the creek pretty much green and not going
         anywhere.


                      Which is what I thought as I pulled up closer.  I’m not going anywhere.

                                               Since the sun was out and I was getting used to this I non-
                                               chalantly pulled upriver from the evergreen tree and tied off

                                               my kayaks again. Not exactly the day I expected, but learn-
                                               ing to not expect anything was getting easier and adapting
                                               was second nature to me so I really didn’t pay too much at-

                                               tention. I was on auto-pilot.

                                               The  sun  had  been  intermittent  with  sunshine  at  times  and
                                               clouds other times. The river itself would run north then east

                                               then north then west then north west and even back south a
                                               little at times.

                                               The one thing I can say for certain is never ran straight for
                                               very long.


                                               Animal life was limited to eagles and birds but I never rally
                                               saw  too  much  else  at  this  stage.  The  dreaded  mosquitoes
         never appeared. Ticks that I was so worried about I didn’t have much time to worry so I didn’t

         notice if I had any.

         The creek itself, or Mississippi River as some call it, seemed to demand attention and I certain-
         ly was watching the water at all times trying to get a handle on distances, issues, and what if

         anything I could count on or do to make the days easier.

         With two tents and a egg shell sunshade I should have been thinking I could camp anywhere,
         but I had begun to get invaded with that goal setting mentality I did not want to fall into. I had

         the map books and looked at them, but while they were comforting in some ways, I was fiding
         them aggravating as what I imagined didn’t match what I saw on maps.

         Early on I couldn’t get Trimble map, an app I bought for the phone working, and bailed on it.

         So far I just enjoyed what I had in front of me and there was no phone service most of the time

         and I hadn’t texted or talked to my wife. But I had warned her this would happen a lot.
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