May 082013

By Wesley Houp

Editor’s note: What follows is an account of Wesley Houp and Danny Mayer, intrepid paddlers of the Kentucky River watershed, as they branch into Tennessee waters.

Floating on the upper Duck. Photo by Wesley Houp.

Floating on the upper Duck. Photo by Wesley Houp.

By the time we’ve trimmed the gear and bungied loose odds and ends, the sky has turned to pitch, not quite the “bible-black” of Tweedy’s predawn, but close enough.  The waning crescent, locked out, fails to backlight the low cloud-cover.  It’s only 5:30pm but it might as well be midnight.  The magnetic sibilance of shoalwater dilates my pupils as I turn in the current to face the dark downstream.  This is Danny’s first Duck River paddle, a stretch we’ve planned for months, and we’ve already had to trim eight miles off the front, concession to wives and children waiting patiently at journey’s end.  We’ll miss the Little Hurricane and Fall Creeks, but we’ll still camp tonight at the mouth of Sinking Creek above the nameless island and mussel-bound braids of Shearin Bend.  We find our line, hit the chute and shoot down the middle in quick succession, boats for tongues in a manner of articulation, the river, the ultimate grammar, its nominals of stone and deadfall submerging and emerging, modifications lisping and lapping, auxiliary perfect and progressive with modal: “Even when you’re gone, I will have been traveling over the stones for an eternity.”

Danny lets out a joyous little “whoop”, but I’m momentarily distracted; some water finds its way over my gunnels and into my shoes, reminding me of what I’ve forgotten: waterproof boots.  My worn out Sperrys sponge up the slosh.  At least the night is mild, and with only a thirty percent chance of rain perhaps my feet alone will suffer the indignities of damp.   As if to lighten the mood, the bottle of Jim Beam #7 clears its throat: “Shoes come and go, but a river lasts forever.  Bottoms up.  Downstream and seaward!”  Danny drifts up beside me, and we heed the call. Continue reading »