The Snowball Meltdown: Caruthersville

by Robert Wildwood

End of the line. Tired and broke. Caruthersville, Missouri.

We met an awesome guy named Davey from Scotland who now lives in New York, he found us a fellow at a pub in Caruthersville who wanted to take The Snowball off our hands. Our idea of setting fire to it after taking the foam out to avoid leaving a piece of floating trash on the river, does not need to happen. I like it this way better. The Snowball is a great platform: rock stage, fishing deck, party boat, barbeque, hunting, yoga and meditation, or all of these at the same time. Long live The Snowball in it’s new home.

Ah, the good times.

Ah, the good times.

More good times.

More good times.

The bad times (simulated in this dramatic re-enactment)

The bad times (simulated in this dramatic re-enactment)

Mottoring into the lower river, to the left the Mississippi River, to the right, the Ohio River, underneath us, the combined rivers, the confluence. The southern tip of Illinois in the background. Peat is playing chicken with a barge.

Motoring into the lower river, to the left the Mississippi River, to the right the Ohio River, underneath us the combined rivers. The confluence. Look ma, i'm on the lower river! The southern tip of Illinois in the background. Peat is playing chicken with a barge.

Cooking dinner. Careful now, that fire's hot.

Cooking dinner. Careful now, that fire is hot!

The mud cakes.

The mud cakes.

Our friend Davey and his Kyak which Peat is testing out as furniture.

Our friend Davey and his Kyak which Peat is testing out as furniture.

The final sunrise of The Snowball.

The final sunrise of The Snowball.

The melting of The Snowball.

The melting of The Snowball.

Burning the cabin. The glorious end.

Burning the cabin. The glorious end.

Get a load of that guy!

Get a load of that guy!

The joyride to pick up my tent from the other campsite on our new flatbed utility boat. A coast guard bouy tender in the background. Seeing the pile of our possessions strewn on the beach, a piece of conversation was overheard comming from their vessel, "Do they need help?" It really did look like a shipreck.

The joyride to pick up my tent from the other campsite on our new flatbed utility boat. A coast guard bouy tender in the background. Seeing the pile of our possessions strewn on the beach, a piece of conversation was overheard comming from their vessel, “Do they need help?” It really did look like a shipreck.

Thanks to everyone who helped us out in Kansas City, The Crooked Hat, the house across the street, Jimmy who we met at Cooper’s Landing and all the Cooper’s Landing late night drinkers, all the St. Charles anarchist people, those random donations of food from river rats loitering around boat ramps, Davey from New York, and everyone else who helped us along the way.

All the photos taken on this journey were on a $99 Polaroid a300 digital camera, thanks to Paula for giving me the thing, otherwise, there would be no photos.

See ya next time.

If you have any questions, drop me a note. robnoxious666@gmail.com