I havent canoed for a year and a half and that was just near home . I yearn to take the big aluminum monster and ride it on the river til my arms are tired and my back aches and when i get to the place where my head will rest , i take my clothes off on the shore and the river water washes over me and every night its another baptism. Then sleeping and hearing the wind thru the pines, a whistle that sounds all the world like the holy ghost . River food too , thick stew and pasta for dinner and peanut butter/cheese for lunch and oatmeal for breakfast and that coffee like an oil slick . If you are lucky the water is so clear you get to fish
― anthony, Monday, 29 April 2002 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)