Saturday, September 24, 2011

Payne Hollow, the home of the hubbards.

We thankfully and gladly dropped colin in Cinncinatti. Sometimes the river just makes people mean. I'm not the kind of person to give up when things are hard, or I would've left the raft a while ago. After trying everything, I can give up on Colin Anderson. Its a shame.

With all that tension gone, we picked up Mike Vorrasi  from the bus and Paul drove the two of us back to madison to meet my friends from Earlam College in Richman, IN. It was so good to see my old freinds of 5 or more years, especially after everything I had to deal with with Colin.  I am so lucky to have such great people in my life.

We headed to the hollow, and beached up a pauls place. Martin drove the raft for a bit, the rest of the crew sipped good ole' kentucky burbon on the front of the deck. After all the harsh words and belittlement of colin, it was good to know that I can drive the boat without him. I can't tell you how wonderful it is to not be the object of blame and his anger. It was even more wonderful to share this moment with familar faces. I'm not alone in this adventure.

We pulled up to paul's house, "Paul, I am never leaving" turning to my friends, "He thinks I'm joking".
Vorrasi and I ended up staying a week, swimming and learning a different way of life. We cooked on the hearth everyday, had lots of time to fix up our raft, and share stories. I learned so much from Paul and am so thankful he took us in.  What a great friend to have.

It was hard to say goodbye to paul and leave the peace of the hollow, but winter is coming. Back to the grind and into the wind we went.  

1 comment:

  1. Glad you could have the opportunity to meet Paul. He and I first met in 1972 and have been good friends ever since. Several times we watch the Belle of Louisville paddle upstream from the living room windows. It helped to foster an appreciation for Harlan's vision.