Monthly Archives: April 2017

Yellow River, White Sand and Baby Gator: A Canoe in Southern Alabama

(State #6/50) I got a late start on the Yellow River. Pulling off the road, I drove beneath the CR 4 bridge early in the evening. There was scattered evidence of, presumably, teenage partying — beer cans, cigarette packages, 40 … Continue reading

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An Easter Canoe on Black Creek, Mississippi

“I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark, though the witches are all hung…” — Henry David Thoreau (State #5/50) It got dark 30 minutes after crossing into Mississippi. The road was shoulder-less, cutting a … Continue reading

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Canoeing the Man-Eating Swamp: Atchafalaya Basin, Louisiana

(State #4/50) “You know what Attakapas means right?” a man asked over the phone. “No, what?” I answer. “It means Man-eater in Indian,” the man said. “Cool!” I said because, well, I say whatever dumb thing comes to mind in … Continue reading

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First Solo Canoe! Ouachita River, Arkansas

(State #3/50) I was set on canoeing my first two states back to back. In the late afternoon, I said goodbye to Shane in Oklahoma and headed towards Arkansas. The sun came out as I drove over swollen creeks and rivers, … Continue reading

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Bolts and Buckets: Canoeing the Lower Mountain Fork to Little River, Oklahoma… in a Thunderstorm

(State #2/50) The forecasters called for storms and the Oklahoma skies obliged. Maybe it was retribution for all the jokes I’ve made at the state’s expense or maybe because I decided to begin my trip in mid-April — thunderstorm season … Continue reading

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Canoeing the Brazos River, Texas: John Graves Section!

(State #1/50) The Brazos is my Texas River. It doesn’t cut magnificent canyons like the Rio Grande or draw throngs of beer-soaked college kids like the Guadalupe. No, the Brazos runs wide and brown through the heart of Texas, attracting little … Continue reading

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