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.
1 comment:
Bishop:
I didn't realize this was you until today (although I thought it might be you when I first read the article - I didn't remember your last name!) I am jealous, because I have wanted to take a canoe or raft trip like this ever since I was a kid growing up on Little River in Catahoula Parish. I know you had a great time, and are really glad to be back home with your family.
Take care, and best wishes.
Bishop McClure
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