New Trip Report posted by missmolly

Trip Name: Broken Paddle, Tacky Boat.

Entry Point: Other

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What an adventure! I love your writing

I love how your story narrates the overarching story so well but still leaves plenty of room for the imagination to wander.

I kept saying to myself, "Isn't this something? Isn't this something?"

Thanks for taking the time to share.

Well-considered and measured response to Roger and Paul:

Aw, shucks!

missmolly,
You are an exceptional writer. Your story of this great journey is somehow both spare and lush. I've taken less of a journey with the writers of some 300 page books. Thank you.

KawnipiKid: "missmolly,
You are an exceptional writer. Your story of this great journey is somehow both spare and lush. I've taken less of a journey with the writers of some 300 page books. Thank you."

I'm sticking with "shucks," but as delivered by the L. Olivier of lions.

Cool. So you’re a native Cincinnatian. Very cool. How old were you then. You were very brave to set out like that. Very very cool.

Great report--love the alliteration ("...simply sat in the sand...") and all the images generated by your descriptions of people and places.

TZ

I was 19 and raised in Columbus.

Thanks, TZ.

Here's an anecdote I forgot to share. On the lower river, somewhere in Mississippi, I met a Baptist college music professor and his son. He sang "Old Man River" for me, which was a thrill. I asked him to sing it again and again and he generously did.

That afternoon, as we sat on the bank, butterflies arrived, hundreds of them. They landed on me until I was frosted with color. I kept very still and they stayed. Not a single one landed on the professor and his son. I've never had that happen again, but once was enough for I remember my quiet, near-trembling awe.