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; [...]

When we left our intrepid explorers, they were camped in a soggy bog of a site somewhere between Colorado Bend State Park and Lake Buchanan. We’ll pick up as they awaken in their tent to the serenade of an unexpected visitor . . .

When we left Jerry Craven and myself, we were camped on an island in the middle of the Colorado River, savoring cool beverages and the serenade of a hoot owl.  We’ll continue the next morning, just before dawn…

When we left Jerry Craven and myself, the two of us were camped on an island in the Colorado River. We were sitting around the campfire telling stories, sipping intoxicants, and looking at the stars. Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday evening. We’ll continue the trip the next morning, just about dawn . [...]

I thought I’d open this blog with the account of a canoe trip that I took with author Jerry Craven late last spring. The two of us did a sixty-two mile stretch of the Colorado River between San Saba and Lake Buchanan. It was a four-day trip in all. I’ve done a lot of canoeing, [...]