Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas

               Wednesday July 19     Tent zipper is broken. Spray skirt clip doesn't hold. Cut my hand open, it is trying to heal. My eyeglasses are cutting into my ears. My right hand is frozen in a permanent grip. I put pressure on my fingers by placing rocks on top of them, and flattening my hand out. I go to sleep every night with large rocks piled on my hands. So what's new with you.
                 I'm around mile marker 786. Strong wind today, heavy wave action. It was a cloudy day but rain never came.
                 Paddled past Barfield Arkansas and a town called Ashport. There may have been a city park at Barfield but couldn't quite tell.
                  The river has been desolate, I am all alone on the river. Since St Louis fishing boats have been sparse, I've only seen two pleasure craft, and three logging operations. Large sand bars that are miles long and wide dot the river. The sand bars have a desert quality to them.
                  Headed for Osceola tomorrow.

Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas