We left Jerry and myself sitting beside a bonfire and sipping cool intoxicants beneath a carpet of bright stars.  Jerry might even have been telling a fish story or two.  We’ll pick up just after sunrise, with Jerry back on the riverbank starting our last day on the river by trying to catch the biggest […]

We left our intrepid, but exhausted, travelers sleeping like dead men on a high sandbank overlooking the Brazos River.  We find them again just after dawn, taking in a sunrise made particularly lovely by the Gulf clouds carried up by the south wind that blew all night. 

When we left Jerry and myself, we were sitting next to a roaring fire, enjoying the sounds of nightbirds and coyotes, and the whisper of John Graves’s river passing by our camp.  We’ll pick up just before sunup, as the dawn breeze flapping the tent wakes us to a perfectly clear sky.

I’ll continue this blog with Jerry Craven’s and my trip down the Brazos River in May 2008.  We did the forty-five mile stretch between the Highway 16 Bridge just below the Possum Kingdom Dam and the Highway 180 Bridge outside Mineral Wells in my trusty flatbottom green Pelican Colorado canoe.  It took us four days; […]