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- I always loved crossing the river to get to and from our village where we worked, ate, slept and played. Especially when I got to stand on the boat bow, and pull the boat’s occupants across by tugging on the yellow nylon rope. One night no one came when I yelled, “Boat!” across the river. So clinging to the rope, and without a boat, I pulled myself across the river in the darkness. In the middle I almost lost my grip, as the water threatened to drag my head under. Belize 1986
Dave – Alaska dreamer
October 28, 2010 By Leave a Comment
