Sunday July 23 I've paddled hard today, I've gone past Helena, Arkansas. Just south of Helena I had to skip around a towboat working on a finger dike.
The fishermen gave me a loaf of bread and slices of bologna. They were wonderful guys, but they left a disaster area of garbage on the beach. Eighty cans of beer and plastic wrappers strewn across the sand bar. If I picked up every piece of garbage off the beach I don't think I could fit in my boat.
" It's all down hill from here", they said.
There many trees in the river. Several houses on the riverbank, which is unusual. Saw the St Francis River flowing in.
A storm is brewing and it rains hard tonight. I am camping on a strange grassy area, it is a gift from the sand.
Diary entry from the book {Prometheus Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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