It’s Monday. I’m here in Cariat and have been since Thursday. The boat builder here has assured me he can follow the instructions I give him and make me a paddle.
Friday morning a couple of guys on his staff made a lot of calls until they found a place where I can get cedar, maybe. The place was supposed to call back Friday or after the weekend to confirm. Today is a holiday, so hopefully I’ll hear from them tomorrow.
I had an interview and a piece was written about me in a local newspaper. This morning a fellow in a coffee shop recognized me and wanted to take a picture of me. It was my first taste of celebrity life. Hopefully when I’m wealthy and famous I won’t forget the little people I stepped on to get there.
Yesterday I went running in the mountains for a couple of hours.
I climbed along a one lane paved road that dissolved into a couple of muddy wheel ruts with hoof prints. To my left was a gorge with a rushing stream. I passed fields, orchards, pasturing cows, and old farmhouses. The woods smelled like fall and some of the tree colors matched.
I only embedded one thorn in my foot. There was too much mud to take it out at first, but at the next stream crossing I washed my foot off and pulled the thumbtack sized thorn out.
On my way back down to the apartment I’ve been invited to stay in it rained the whole way. I passed a group of about ten jeeps and pickup trucks in a field a few hundred yards aways. I thought this was No Country for Old Men and minded my own business.
In sopping clothing I went to take a shower. There was no hot water and my heart rate dropped, leaving me very cold. I warmed up a pot of water on the stove and used it to wash myself in the bathtub a little bit at time.
Hopefully, I’ll soon have a brand new paddle. The new one will also be a storm paddle, but a few centimeters longer and made from cedar. If things go right, it will be faster and lighter, and I’ll be on my way with all speed.
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Cool! What does that headline mean?ReplyDelete
Er, it's not deep. My trip is delayed while I look for cedar and make my paddle. I also go running. Sorry. Sometimes I feel like I have clever titles, but not here.ReplyDelete
Cool ... I'm sure greater fame and fortune is only a cedar paddle away!ReplyDelete
in (the) city- a 30 year-old American who travels the world in a canoeReplyDelete
Aha, Miriam, thanks for clearing that up. I was a bit confused. Sorry Yair.ReplyDelete
Miriam - I didn't know you were following! I hope you enjoy.