Donne came down from his house on the hill at about 8;30 last night. He had been to town to get additional radiation treatments for prostrate cancer. He said that he was to see his doctor today to learn if the radicals had been killed by the whole body burns. I hope so.
I got the boats finished and hooked back together. I used short pieces of 2 by 4's that I cut off of the 14 foot spans I had used when I first started out. I used the left overs as skids and levers to move the whole unit to the water. I started loading stuff up when the wind began to gust. I stopped work and made some oatmeal and onions for lunch.
One of the guides, I met at Foster Falls, stopped with two gentlemen that he was taking fishing. They ate lunch and were careful to go behind the trees to pee. I am sure they would not have been so private, if I had not been nearby.
At 1pm I started to worry about Donnie who had said he might stop by at about noon. I worried that he had not got good news from his doctor. Something large made a commotion in the water to my left, likely a large catfish. The wind was strong and steady. A storm was winding through the mountains and would arrive soon.
I like this river. I will be on Claytor Lake sometime tomorrow. I hope Lorrie and Mikey can come to get my tools and fiberglass cloth so I don't have to carry that extra 100 pound load. I could empty that 18 gallon plastic storage box and fill it with clothes to keep them dry.
A male flying ant landed on this page a moment ago. He rested a while until the wind hurried him along his journey to mate or die. I don't think ants know that we will all lose everything than even ourselves in death. I believe death must always surprise them.
Donnie came down and we dumped a round hay bale out of his pickup. Then we went up to his boat shed. He will hold on to my kayak and he gave me a life jacket to use on this journey. He had not been to the doctor's yet.
Ate pineapple for a snack and decided to dig up more wild onion for supper. I would walk through the forest looking for mushrooms, but there is much stinging and naked nettle in there. Found pink toadstools on a downed tree, so I will drop them in the pot. Should make good soup.
The flavor was good, but the toadstools stayed woody. I could not chew enough to soften them. Maybe when i have a larger can, I'll try cooking the same kind again. Still the juice was good and the onions tasty.
Heard the boats being scraped by something while I was eating so I will see if there has been any damage. I'll be starting early in the morning. One way or another I would like to travel a spell.
A turkey hen walked by and then flew across the river. She mostly glided across with the help of the wind. The two hawks that live on top of the big rock column perked up and looked over the edge. She went right into the brush on the other side so the hawks missed dinner.
The black butterflies that were down drinking on the mud are leaving now. The green of the water reminds me of the Green River in Wyoming and makes me a little homesick. Wonderful day, Daddy. A shower and good night.
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