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

             Tuesday July 18    It takes some time to load up the kayak in the morning. Small and large sea bags get loaded forward and back.
             Cloudy and cool today. Went through a wing dam area and at eleven o'clock it started to shower. The rivers flow has picked up, eddies, and little whirlpools are abundant. A yellow tow boat came up river on the Caruthersville side near the  industrial bank. I paddled over to the east bank to stay safe from traffic.
                       The rainstorm picked up to a full gale. I ditched the boat on a shallow sandbar and took a beating from heavy rain and crashing wave action. The rain was hitting my face so hard I couldn't see. I dug my paddle into the sinking sand bar and held on.
           Once the storm had left, the sun came gleaming through. A dredge boat lay up ahead. I wasn't sure where to pass, but I found a point. The corps dredge looks like a steamboat. I shortly pass under Interstate 155 bridge. Soon the sun shrivels away and a storm is above me, it looks like a bigger storm system than before. I shove on looking for a safe place to camp. What looked like a ghost ship was a tow boat relic from the past. Passed by four sitting barges, probably waiting on the dredging operation.
           I find a place to camp on island no. 21. It had a coal stained beach and high sand bank. I had to get up to the island on a fallen tree. The island was like a table land or small tepui. This is another beautiful island and it is keeping me alive.
          A hell of a storm hits at night.

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