A Couple of Days Later

I'm sitting at my desk at work a couple of days after getting off the water. It was strange going back to emailing, paperwork, teaching, sleeping in my own bed, and eating whatever I want.

My great dad left this morning. He really made this project more of a success. Knowing he was there made it impossible to give up.

Last night our daughter Genevene came in to tell us something in the middle of the night. I only halfway woke up and thought the bed was the raft and we had floated into a strange room on the river-lake. I was beside myself with panic. Genevene looked just like a piling standing in the water. Julie calmed me down and I was able to go back to sleep feeling sheepish.

I'm still trying to figure out what this trip did for me. Going through all the material collected has been fun, and is helping me piece through the evidence of what transpired. It's hard to explain how I feel about it; pride, humility, peace, confusing, or just plain fatique.

I guess we'll see.

Matt's Last Day

Matt finished strong at 5:55pm. He was pleased to finish before dark.

His kids jumped for joy as he approached.

After a huge meal at a Chinese buffet, and prayers with the kids, he went right to sleep.

Here is a picture of him poling within sight of the end and a few of the sights on and around the river.

We'll have more information for you tomorrow.

Congratulations Matt!

Days Four and Five

Matt made good distance on Thursday in spite of not starting until about 5pm. He kept at it until after 11pm.

He has found it very difficult to pole in the dark. He needs to stay near the shore because the river at this point is too deep in the middle for his poles to reach. So when he encounters trees and other obstructions, he has to go out into the deep to avoid them.

He said he sometimes feels like Snow White when she was lost in the forest and the trees kept trying to grab and hold onto her. Matt is battling similar trees.

Rather than camping on the raft as he started, he now sets up his tent on the bank. His raft is too wet and cold to sleep on. The last two mornings he has woken to ice on his tent and on the deck of the raft. This is very unusual for the area—even in February. In the mornings he wears a woolen poncho. His gloves are too wet to wear so his hands are sporting painful blisters and worn skin.

His original pole started breaking down, so he cut two new bamboo poles. The shorter one is perfect except for the length. The taller one is too thin, so it has begun to bend like a fiberglass vaulting pole. Bamboo is a weed here. You can’t kill it and it grows and multiplies rapidly.

Matt has seen three automobile carcasses in the water. The wildlife he has seen include: Great Egrets, Great Blue Herons, Cormorants (in huge flocks), an opossum, several beavers, a few snakes, but no gators.

With the winding of the river Matt has been able to set up his canopy to act as a sail at times. It is especially helpful when he has to cross the river and his poles are too short to touch bottom.

Tonight he stopped at a well-lit dock with hopes to camp beside it. He approached the family and discovered that he knew some of them. They fed him catfish and shrimp and opened their garage so he could come in any time he needed to use their bathroom.

The area he is camping tonight (Friday) is called Melrose. It was originally settled and is still primarily populated by Creoles. These are mixtures of African and Native American slaves and their French and/or Spanish owners. Often the owners would have several children by their slave women. Due to disease in the middle 1700s, many of the European slave owners married their slave because of the lack of marriageable women in the area.

Some of the Creoles became prominent citizens—holding public office and owning very successful businesses. The culture of the area is very much influenced by this wonderful group.

Matt is fairly close to his original desired camping spot for Friday night. Barring some unusual challenge, he’ll reach the end by late afternoon on Saturday.

Pictures

Day Four

Matt didn’t get onto the raft until 4:00pm today because of the funeral he arranged and conducted. That experience was rich and powerful. But now he’s very much behind schedule. He plans to push well into the night in an attempt to make up as much ground (or water) as possible.

You can see one of the newspaper articles about him at http://www.DavidDeFord.com/TownTalk_article.pdf

Day Three

After the intense winds of the last two days and some storms last night (which killed more than 50 people in nearby state), Matt chose to spend the night at home instead of out on the raft. He and Julie went out for a short dinner, and then Matt went to bed exhausted.

He was back on the water by 7am today. He made it in time for a phone interview with a local radio program. I (his dad) was able to hear the interview in the car as I returned to their house.

The poling went well today. The weather changed drastically. Instead of temperatures topping out at 80 degrees, today’s high was 65. After two overcast days, he was able to enjoy cloudless sunny skies.

He marveled as a huge flock of cormorants silently flew past him. The only sound was the wind on their beating wings. He has seen a couple of swimming snakes, but no gators.

People along the river stop what they’re doing and talk with him. Obviously, the newspapers, radio and television interviews have sparked people’s interest. They seem to watch for him, and then call for their family to see him. Matt feels a little funny when he sees that he’s being videotaped by spectators.

Nancy James, her sister and boyfriend waited for him today. They had packed a lunch for him and visited him while he rested at their dock. People like them really give him energy. Their picture is above.

Matt’s been thinking about the contrasts of his adventure—and the differences between the actual event and what he had anticipated.

First, he observes that his pace is one of a bygone era. Travel was slow in those days, and so was communication. It took days to get word from one state to another. But in this project, the slower travel is like that of older days, but the communication using a digital camera, video camera, digital audio recorder, a blog, YouTube, and a cell phone is very much in the present. In seconds, information about his trek reaches a worldwide audience.

Second, he expected a week of peace and solitude—a time to experience nature uninterruptedly—a time of quiet contemplation. Instead, he ordered a pizza to be delivered to him on the lake. He has made arrangements for and will conduct a funeral. He has had numerous newspaper, radio and television interviews. And he has had numerous contacts from people on the shore.

Matt could have chosen to focus his efforts on making this a solitary experience. He could have closed off communications and planned an after-event presentation. He could have delegated the funeral work and stayed on the river. But he chose the unselfish path. He has included family and friends. He has allowed the people of his city to remember their own early adventures, whether actually experienced ones or not. He has chosen to honor his religious and church commitments and care for his deceased friend and his family.

By making these choices, Matt has lifted and inspired many.

Day Two

Matt had tremendous struggles with the high winds yesterday. He fought 25mph winds with gusts up to 40mph. It was very tough. He would push forward, and by the time he repositioned his pole he was blown backwards.

But he gained much strength and encouragement from Alexa Boyette who met him at her dock. She talked with Matt about her son’s trek nearly forty years ago (see below.) Also, another lady stopped her yard work as Matt passed. She told him she liked and admired what he was doing.

With such encouragement we can accomplish many great things.

He stopped for radio and television interviews as requested.

The shore patrol told him he needed to turn on his lantern at night.

He continued poling until nearly 11pm and was still short of his goal.

But today he made up all of his time. Since the river wound around the wind helped as much as it hurt. So he exceeded his day’s goal and even made time to go to dinner with his wife Julie.

His friend from church, Brother Dutile passed away yesterday. Since Matt is bishop of his congregation, he arranged funeral details by cell phone on the river. He’ll attend the viewing on Wednesday night, and conduct the funeral Thursday morning. He has his priorities right. (This is his proud dad writing.)

Matt has found some varied reactions to his project, but they generally fall within one of these categories:
· Bewilderment that he would want to tackle such a project (usually from women);
· Remembrances of similar youthful adventures (usually men);
· Expressions of mild regret that the person had dreamed of some adventure but never completed;
· Amusement of Matt’s playfulness and daring.

The Wards
Matt and his dad visited the Ward family the night before Matt’s launch. They wanted to inform them that he might camp on the raft near their home on his first night out. Mrs. Ward answered the door, and in true southern gentleness, invited them into the living room. She called her husband from the back room, turned off the television set, and sat to hear all about the excursion.

Mr. Ward enjoyed hearing of the plans and reminisced about his own adventures. Decades ago he and his young friends made arrangements with a train engineer to occasionally stop and pick up the boys and transport them several miles to the river. There the boys would camp, fish, and hunt game—whether in season or not. After a week or so, the engineer would pick them up and carry them home. He loved telling his stories, sometimes waving his cane for effect.

Mrs. Ward, however, couldn’t understand the project. She summed up her feelings when she pointed to Matt’s dad and frankly said, “You raised a dumb boy.” In spite of her pointed comment, she obviously enjoyed the visit and the tales of adventure it elicited from her husband.


Michelle Smith
Matt’s friend Michelle and her deceased husband had dreamed of similar adventures. They never fulfilled that dream, so she found satisfaction in seeing Matt fulfill his.


Greg Dolan
As children we took a bricklayer’s mortorbox and used it as a coolie, there was about eight of us in it. And we started drifting down the river, playing around, jumping out and having dirt fights, and doing fun things that kids can do. And then we realized we were about ten miles down from where we needed to be and we needed to return the mortar box to the construction site by the next morning so the bricklayers could use it the next morning for their work. So that proved to be somewhat of a problem in getting it back. But as kid we went ahead and did it—and it was fun.


Alexa Boyette
Mrs. Boyette came to see Monday’s launch. She had never met Matt, and knew no one in attendance. Here is her story:
“I became very excited about this launch when I read about it in the paper because my son did this nearly forty years ago. And I really wanted to be here to see Matt launch. I’m so glad the weather has been nice (this was about ten minutes after the launch—the wind problems came a couple of hours later).
“I was excited about this because my son, Steve Osborn, did this nearly forty years ago. I’m not quite old enough to have a son that old.
“When he was graduating from high school, he built a barge, and he built his so that it would be large enough so he could have provisions on it that would last for several weeks because he launched from Shreveport and had planned to go down to the mouth of the Mississippi. He didn’t get that far because the friends he was with, I believe they had gotten off in Marksville, and one friend stepped into a bed of red ants and so he was allergic and he became very ill and so they had to return immediately home.
“They didn’t have a way to sell the barge, but they left the barge. It was quite a barge, built on oil drums, I believe, and with several sides that he had cabinets built because he had to take provisions. He did stop along the way, he knew people along the way so he couldn’t order pizza like Matt’s going to do, but he did stop with relatives here and there. And they would give them a hot meal. But they did have provisions enough to last four weeks, I believe. And they made it for three weeks. I was very glad to see him return home.
“So this is very exciting, and I do hope to see Matt later in the day when he stops at Front Street.”

I have posted a couple of short videos on YouTube.

Beginning
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vv-AdXzY1B4

Speed Limit
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3mwzAOD4ycw