No Yesterdays On The Road.

One Of The Sweet And Expectable Aspects Of Life Afloat Is The Perpetual Present Moment One Lives In And A Perception That Time Is Nothing More Than The Current, An Eternal Flowing Back To The Sea.

Our Religion Keeps Reminding Us That We Aren't Just Will And Thoughts. We're Also Sand And Wind And Thunder. Rain. The Seasons. All Those Things. You Learn To Respect Everything Because You Are Everything. If You Respect Yourself, You Respect All Things.

Boredom Lies Only With The Traveler's Limited Perception And His Failure To Explore Deeply Enough. After A While, I Found My Perception Limited.

I Have Not Been On Any River That Has More Of A Distinctive Personality Than Does The Missouri River. It's A River That Immediately Presents To The Traveler, 'i Am A Grandfather Spirit. I Have A Source; I Have A Life.

I Like The Digressive Kind Of Traveling, Where There's Not A Particular, Set, Goal.