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Down the Mississippi

My wooden kayak on the Mississippi River in fog near Cassville, WI.  This type of fog hides everything including sounds.

In August 2004, two friends started a trip down the Mississippi River. They planned on paddling 560 miles in 15 days, and one of them – me – made it. The other quit early. In this personal essay, I explore the meaning of friendship and how expeditions can ruin them.

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