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Boat Punks In The Papers, 2006

I was digging thru a basket of goodies at my folks house and came upon these newspaper articles, I had mailed them to my parents while we were on our shanty boats, Ohio River in 2006. There are some good photographers along the Ohio River, they made us look good!

The Wild Dragonfly with me standing on the deck in the foreground, Dolly Olivine The Destroyer in the background with Gerty sitting on top. Next the tiny Gelsamina, and in the very background the Wisco Tinker. (Madison, Ohio)

Me sitting on The Wild Dragonfly and Amy Moon standing. Nice style, eh? That paddlewheel was built in the Grease Pit, a DIY bike shop in Minneapolis, powered by two bicycle cranks. (Photo by Fred Miller)

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You Fucked Up (#1) by Robert Rowboat: Released July 24 at the Portland Zine Symposium

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The Bicycle/Fan Blade/Outboard Engine!

How did they figure out the gearing? Luck.

How did they figure out the gearing? Luck.

The fan blade/bicycle/out board!

The fan blade/bicycle/out board!

Assembled in short time, two bicycle frames, three chains, and a three bladed fan from a regular household electric air fan for the propeller. They put this on their three-barrelled raft and went from the confluence of the Kansas River down the Missouri River for 4 miles to the boat ramp, winning the race against the other raft. The blade of the mechanism was lowered into the water and the crank turned by hand… I think they made this thing in a couple hours. Sean, Jeffrey, and two other people i cant remember their names. Lots of free time in Kansas City, Missouri!

Peat’s Photos

Here i am at the rudder of The Snowball. Peat's engine on the left is running and the shaft is dropped in the water, pushing us along. Don't you love a free haircut?

Here i am at the rudder of The Snowball. Peat's engine on the left is running and the shaft is dropped in the water, pushing us along. Don't you love a free haircut?

The Snowball on the Missouri River, 2008.

The Snowball on the Missouri River, 2008.

The Crisco Kids Play at Food Not Bombs in Little Rock.

The Crisco Kids play the green. The crowd multiplied exponentially with wild ass raising.

The Crisco Kids play the green. The crowd multiplied exponentially with wild ass raising.

 The Little Rock punks have been serving free food (Food Not Bombs) every sunday down by the Arkansas River for years, they were serving the last time i was here ten years ago. I think pretty much non-stop. They just do it, and sometimes show up with musical instruments and throw in a free show too. Awesome. Rumor has it the Crisco Kids are going on tour soon. Sweet.

Screaming into the air with no microphones. The people, after dining on salad, pasta with red sauce, peanut butter sandwiches, demanded four encores but only got two. Always leave them wanting more.
Screaming into the air with no microphones. The people, after dining on salad, pasta with red sauce, peanut butter sandwiches, demanded four encores but only got two. Always leave them wanting more.

Thanks to all the Beesonville punks who showed us their hospitality.

If you’re in Little Rock check out the Arkansas Sustainability Collective, they have a bike shop open every Sunday, nice place down by the train depot.

Little Rock, Arkansas.

The world of work. Seperate the steel, aluminum, brass, and copper. All other substance goes to the trash. It's kinda fun, like, how does this wierd thing come apart? Listening to classic rock.

The world of work. Seperate the steel, aluminum, brass, and copper. All other substance goes to the trash. Listening to classic rock on the radio. You know you're off the river when you work four days straight.

 

This is what happens when you have a place to keep things.

This is what happens when you have a place to keep things.

 

Big ass wrench!

Big ass wrench!

The house we are staying at in Little Rock is on this road.

The house we are staying at in Little Rock is on this road, the capitol has a very country feel to it, like the decrepit boarded up structures right next to the shining white dome.

The camp in the backyard. Nothing but woods and train tracks out there, singing a strange metal song, rudimentary techno.

 

What?

What?

Some tricksters have been around, reminding us to enjoy life and take care of each other.

Some tricksters have been around, reminding us to enjoy life and take care of each other.

Drive it like you stole it!

Drive it like you stole it!

The Snowball Meltdown: Caruthersville

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.

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The Fog & The Mud

The night before the fog.

The night before the fog. Somewhere downriver from St. Genevieve in the boonies. Only ours, blue heron, and coyote tracks on the beach.

Sunrise.

Sunrise.

 

 

Thru the fog the sound of engines idling, the hum of towboats that took themselves to shore to wait out the impenetrable fog. As the sun burns the fog off you hear them rev up and return to the channel, free from the fog’s grip.

 

The muddy bank welcomes us to Cape Girardeau. My foot went in up to the knee.

The muddy bank welcomes us to Cape Girardeau. My foot went in up to the knee. The paper lantern pepper plant that Angela and Michael gave us in St. Charles is still kicking out peppers.

 

Tucked away up a drainege, nestle under the train bridge, we watch the towboat go by and their wake sends nothing more than a gentle ripple our way. A good spot, tho the flooding has made a mud cake bake of the bank. The coffee in town at Grace Cafe is the finest. I was sad to go there and hear that they were closing down. Why do all the good things go away.

Tucked away up a drainege, nestled under the train bridge, we watch the towboats go by and their wake sends nothing more than a gentle ripple our way. A good spot, tho the flooding has made a mud cake bake of the bank. The coffee in town at Grace Cafe is the finest. I was sad to go there and hear that they were closing down. Why do all the good things go away.

I Sleep With The Sun.

The Snowball.

The Snowball.

The last Missouri beach. Small beach, big log.

The last Missouri beach. Small beach, big log.

Digging the cooking fit pit. Big log! Tiny beach!

Digging the cooking fit pit. Big log! Tiny beach!

Sunrise. Today we float down onto the Mississippi River.

Sunrise. Today we float down onto the Mississippi River. All the pictures in this post are sunrise. I go to sleep shortly after dark and wake with the sunrise. That's living outside, without electricity. I have never seen so many sunrises without staying up all night.

Great Blue Heron mud foot art. This piece was done during the night, i awoke to find it in the morning.

Great Blue Heron mud foot art. This piece was done during the night, i awoke to find it in the morning.

This is the beach where i looked up and saw a spiral rotaing in a cloud above my head.

This is the beach where i looked up and saw a spiral rotaing in a cloud above my head.

Ged.

Ged.

Self portrait, me and The Snowball. We find ourselves too far north, a knit hat weather is upon us.

Self portrait, me and The Snowball. We find ourselves too far north, knit hat weather is upon us.

Strange lights at night.

Strange lights at night on the Mississippi.

The Snowball Rolls On.

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.