So i paddled down the Missouri River in 2020 and finally, after nearly two years, i wrote nothing about it. My kayak did, and this letter will be heading to the home of the man i purchased the kayak from off of craigslist. It did a pretty good job of summing up our journey together, so here i present it in its handwritten final state:
photos of low quality, like my confidence upon the water.
rushed transcription, like my slapdash preparations for the trek.
difficult to see through, like that cursed river.
grand, still holding my pride, like the journey we shared.
man i dunno 