A Great Plains afternoon thunderstorm hit as me and big dog ducked inside the tent for awhile as the sky opened up and poured.
In the middle of it I kept believing that I heard footsteps. Thinking it was some of the girl scouts from the other end of the campground. They are little ones, what were they doing running around in such a storm? I poked my head out.
I did a double take and between my spot and the next one was a fantastic looking blue boat.
For a second I thought the rain gods had blessed me.
Snapping out of my fantasy I saw the owner walking to the shelter carrying his equipment.
“Hey dude need any help? ”
“No I am getting the last load now.” , he said.
Zeusy and I came out of the tent and a few moments later we met Morely.
Morely, originally from upstate NY now living in Idaho was in transition. He was moving back to NY via the Missouri river. Ft Benton, MT. to St. Louis, Mo.
A lifelong sailor who is educated as an engineer, he designed and built the blue boat.
A beauty operated by oars or sail, weighing less than 100 lbs with a draft of about four inches.
The evening went on and after pulling up my chair he indulged my tobacco habit by teaching me to smoke a pipe. This after I hooked him up with a can of hot beef stew Jake, Waylon, and Blake gave me. It wouldn’t be right not to extend to this guy just caught out in a storm the same incredible generosity these three good men gave to me.
The evening wore on with great conversation about how we got here and anecdotes of our adventures.
Bed time came creeping in and he was continuing in the morning, and I was being re-supplied by my dear friend and sailor Catherine as well. I was excited. It was going to be a good day indeed!
Morning came with very hard pushing sustained winds and Morely was soon off quickly pulling the oars of the fantastic blue boat into the current of a river that still draws people looking for adventure!