Current River Connections-Installment 8

Incredibly, Mother Nature did not unleash her wrath for another two hours. With recent flash flood accounts in a neighboring state forefront in their minds, all camp preparations were modified.

Canoe secured out of the river. Tent placed far up the gravel bar with a wary eye on nearby trees. The approaching weather dilly-dallied long enough for the making a fire and a hearty meal to fuel the duo as they watched threatening skies and listened to the increasing volume of encroaching rumbles.

Darkness, though, ushered in Mother Nature’s fury swiftly. She thrashed the riverway with howling winds, deafening thunder, piercing lightning and tons and tons of swirling rain.

During the worst of it, Tarzan was ultra alert, periodically unzipping the tent a smidgeon to peer out, at what he didn’t say. Nancy didn’t ask. She was ultra alert, too, battling a terrifying panic. At every urge to scream, or cry, or run, or crawl under the sleeping bag, she could hear one of Tarzan’s trademark replies, “Now what good would that do?” loop in her head. Sitting up was impossible with the wild weather wanting to flatten the tent. All she could do was swallow the fear, muffle the what-ifs in her mind, and wait.

Later in the night she would rouse at a passing shower accompanied by snippets of thunder and lightening. Or was she roused by Tarzan still now and then unzipping the flap to peer out? A mystery for Nancy Drew to solve with the morning light.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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