The Piankatank River.  I miss it.  I miss Bekka’s mom’s house.   I had no idea I was in a Dwell Magzine type setting at the time.  I just knew I loved it there.  There was a walk that happened back then, down the winding road that went into the little enclave that the house was on.  On that walk I saw my first wild turkeys.  Those are some big ass scary birds, and they don’ t share the road very well.  We gave way so the several of them could walk by.  Very trippy, but not as trippy as the Croakers that I caught at the end of the dock.  Look it up!

November 26th, 2009 Subscribe to the RSS feed!