Frost last night but clear and sunny today.
Yesterday M and I moved about 50 or so large garden blocks and placed them where directed, they look ridiculous but that's not my problem.
Did some typing on the book I have decided to call "Forks IN The Trail" while I babysat two of the kids.
Sorry about the large space between chapters yesterday, just noticed that this morning.
Here is the last of "From Within".
He cut off a short piece of the cord from the cushion and fastening one end to one of the burred pipe ends he wove the remainder in a figure eight back and forth to the other then tied it off, he then slid the ‘oar’ between the pipes and under the cord.
He sat down on the edge of his craft and waited. About an hour later the one log started to bob slightly as it started to float. He untied the fish net rope from the rock he had tied it to the day before and coiled it on the ‘bow’. Next he picked up a pry bar from the previous day’s labor and carefully pried the second log until the whole craft was afloat.
He paused and looked back to where he had camped these last days, gave a shudder as he momentarily relived the bear attack, then for some reason he said aloud, “Are you with me Whitey?”
He turned away and walked the floating contraption out and out until he was in waist deep water, the current plucked at his legs threatening to pull the raft from his grasp.
He pulled himself on board, tied the cushion to his belt with the remaining cord and then kneeling on the cushion he steered diagonally out into the rushing current.
Nat fastened his attention down the river before him; he didn’t look back.
Some other Writings by me:
Fiction:
EMBERS
A dramatic story of passion and intrigue.
WATER BORNE
FIRST WE SURVIVE
Mixed Stories:
SUMMER SMOKE
Ramblings, Memories and Other Stuff
Stories and Poems From Her to There
It's A Dog's Life
Look Back to See The Way Ahead
Visit: LuLu.com or Barnes and Noble
Yesterday M and I moved about 50 or so large garden blocks and placed them where directed, they look ridiculous but that's not my problem.
Did some typing on the book I have decided to call "Forks IN The Trail" while I babysat two of the kids.
Sorry about the large space between chapters yesterday, just noticed that this morning.
Here is the last of "From Within".
He cut off a short piece of the cord from the cushion and fastening one end to one of the burred pipe ends he wove the remainder in a figure eight back and forth to the other then tied it off, he then slid the ‘oar’ between the pipes and under the cord.
He sat down on the edge of his craft and waited. About an hour later the one log started to bob slightly as it started to float. He untied the fish net rope from the rock he had tied it to the day before and coiled it on the ‘bow’. Next he picked up a pry bar from the previous day’s labor and carefully pried the second log until the whole craft was afloat.
He paused and looked back to where he had camped these last days, gave a shudder as he momentarily relived the bear attack, then for some reason he said aloud, “Are you with me Whitey?”
He turned away and walked the floating contraption out and out until he was in waist deep water, the current plucked at his legs threatening to pull the raft from his grasp.
He pulled himself on board, tied the cushion to his belt with the remaining cord and then kneeling on the cushion he steered diagonally out into the rushing current.
Nat fastened his attention down the river before him; he didn’t look back.
Some other Writings by me:
Fiction:
EMBERS
A dramatic story of passion and intrigue.
WATER BORNE
FIRST WE SURVIVE
Mixed Stories:
SUMMER SMOKE
Ramblings, Memories and Other Stuff
Stories and Poems From Her to There
It's A Dog's Life
Look Back to See The Way Ahead
Visit: LuLu.com or Barnes and Noble
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