Parking The Boat part II
In Case You Haven’t Read Part I click here I had fallen into the pattern of seeing how many Camels I could smoke during the six-mile run upstream. Upon arriving at the end of the creek I would cut the … Read More
Parking The Boat
There was a strange, uncanny feeling every time we ran up the river in the fog before the sun had come over the ridge. As the sled roared upstream it would startle the large, lurking shadows that prowled the towering … Read More