Prologue: paper boat cast adrift on the current sent on an indeterminate voyage bound to get soggy destined to sink fun in the journey (for the creator?) silver fry cast adrift on the current sent to the ocean bound to return destined to spawn (and die) (Fun in the journey?) the River the Current carries us along Maybe we understand the river is a metaphor. Maybe we learn to read the currents and risk the rapids in order to live out the story, to wager our lives and prove we can win…sometimes. Maybe. The Narrative: Well, I don’t know about all that philosophical crap, but my brother Fred, the Monkey-cam and I decided to try kayaks on the Sandy River. We started at the far end of Oxbow Park with the intention to make it down to Lewis and Clark State Park. None of us had ever taken kayaks down a river before, not even the Monkey-cam, and I don’t think I’d taken my canoe down since before the floods in November – the floods that significantly rearranged the landscapes of the Northwest...
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