I had to do it. I´m back in St. Louis paying my respects to the boat and tearing it all apart. I´m at CAMP right now and Alexis is flamenco dancing in the next room. Mendon is fixing bikes in the bike shop and I just made a quesadilla upstairs and took a cold shower. The boat is coming apart nicely though itś sad. Why is the trip stopping you may ask? Well. The boats can´t go faster than the current below St Louis with any motor you put on them, meaning we can´t steer or dock, there are only gas fill-ups every 200 miles and you would need to bring a LOT of food & water to make it 200 miles between stops. Some folks are talking about doing the trip to New Orleans, theyŕe totally out of their minds, but I have hope that they will get a real boat, fortify the hell out of it, stock up on supplies and do the journey. Thereś a good tell-all here.
Anyway, it was nice seeing folks at the chicken hut & timeÅ› up, mccarren park, in my living room and around town.
PictureÅ› to come, seriously serious. like thousands.
xoxo
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