“Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and wade, leading or dragging your boat through trickling shallows from one pool to the long channel-twisted pool below, hanging up occasionally on shuddering bars of quicksand, making six or eight miles in a day’s work, but if you go to the river at all, you tend not to mind.”
That sentence is from the early paragraphs of John Graves' book "Goodbye to a River," about canoeing down the Brazos in Texas. Graves passed away Wednesday at his home, which he called Hard Scrabble.
Isn't that a wonderful way to start a book about a journey down a river? I think I will add the book to my reading list for the fall trip.
steve
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