Somewhere in the swampy wetlands on the right, Dad had me pull out a canoe from the muck that had been submerging into the jungle for years. There were elephant ears (Cladiums?) growing into the sides of the fiberglass hull. We were able to dump out most of the muck but it was too dirty to take the kids out in it. Dad's neighbor was able to help us get the canoe out to the road by cutting a swath with his huge deisel tractor/mower through the brush. He almost got stuck. The neighbor interrupted his piano practice to help us. Good thing he was home and not in Vancouver, BC where he does sculpture in the summer. I told him that the encounter was like "Deliverence". I hope that didn't seem like I was calling him a redneck.
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