The Snowball Rolls On.

by Robert Wildwood

Return to The Snowball. Was it still there? I had been wondering all week if our journey was over. My intuition told me the boat was fine. We tied it up in a good place. We knew how high the river would crest.
When we returned and drove out to Sioux Passage Park we ran into the same park ranger that commended us a week ago as we evacuated. We found the flooded parking lot and road covered with mud. The cool thing about the entire ground being covered in mud is you can see all the animals that walked there, deer tracks everywhere, birds, mice, raccoon, beavers,  coyotes (or were those from dog-walkers?) some of them i didn’t recognize. Our canoe was still stashed in the trees, but now we had to portage it all the way back to the river, dammit! That thing is heavy. I talked to a couple park workers in a truck, unlike the first two that day of evacuation who called the rangers on us, these guys were very friendly and curious.
This is the road we canoed out of the park on. When the water left, mud remained.

This is the road we canoed out of the park on. When the water left, mud remained.

The water at it's crest went over the guard rail at the top of the boat ramp.

When the flood reached it's crest it covered the guard rail at the top of the boat ramp.

What if we got a hot air ballon, and then...

The Snowball is still here! Sweet! Now, how do we get it fifty feet down the bank, back into the Missouri River? What if we got a hot air balloon, and then...

Tied to large cottonwood trees the Snowball came to rest perfectly balanced, like something out of a Charlie Chaplin movie. We could walk around in it, it would move around, just like it were on the water.

Two large cottonwood trees hold the Snowball where it came to rest perfectly balanced, like something out of a Charlie Chaplin movie. We could walk around on deck and it would move around, just like it was still on the water.

The balance.

The balance.

A visitor while we were gone, a beaver, am i right? Who else would have been out in that flod, looking for snacky-treats.

A visitor while we were gone, a beaver, am i right? Who else would have been out in that flood, looking for snacky-treats. (the dog prints are from Ged)

Here we prepare to roll the boat back into the river from the top of the bank where the flood left it.
Here we prepare to roll the boat back into the river from the top of the bank. This looks like something that would totally never work, but some people think the Egyptians built the pyramids this way.
Damn. How did the egyptians do this? Halfway down we come to a dead halt.

Damn. How did the Egyptians do this? Halfway down we come to a dead halt.

A chunk of driftwood stuck in the mud proved to be the culprit putting the brakes on our roll.  This was a good thing, as it saved a portion of the rolling for Peat, and when he returned from town we pried from the side and off it went.

Victory! The log roll debris is scattered on the bank. The second launching of The Snowball occured in the dark of night. I convinced everyone we could do it. I knew i couldn't get to sleep until it was floating again.

Victory! The log roll debris is scattered on the bank. The second launching of The Snowball ocured in the dark of night. I convinced everyone we could do it. I knew i couldn't sleep until that thing was in the water. Yay! Let's build a pyramid now!

A view between the two big cottonwoods that our boat was tied to thru the flood.

A view between the two big cottonwoods that our boat was tied to thru the flood.

We were all very happy this night, tho every day since Savannah & Zoe left after the Two Headed Dog went down has been somehow strange and lacking. Half the flotilla gone. It isn’t even a flotilla anymore, it’s only a float. We miss you.