Sang the catfish: When I was just a fry in school, I asked my teacher, "What will I be? Should I paint pictures" Should I sing songs?" Here’s what she said to me: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." It’s a hard song to sing with a hook in your lip. Scott setting out from the Service Creek Launch Point Photo copyright 2012 by Fred Lee Rivers… …are often perceived as a metaphor for Life. Except in the case of this particular river, we’ve had to acquire a permit to float on it and we’ve exhaustively studied its map ahead of time. Between Kip and Uncle Rico and me, we have GPS locations for where we’d like to end up each day, and we’re pretty sure we know when the trip is going to end. So it’s going to be a very loose metaphor – a three day vacation over a predetermined path. Also unlike ‘Life’, it turns out you’re not ...
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