It was the week of the Rum Runner Festivals, and everyone was getting themselves stuffed in barrels and rolled down the rapids to commemorate a chapter in the history of Rookbourne Basin and Windscour Savannah.
Going down the river made me miss my friend Orphel, and a bunch of people whom I used to go exploring with. We rode down the rapids in our row boats before it was fashionable to do so ... and I can't wait to tell their stories!
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