Starting at home
It had been 584 miles since we started this trash-mapping journey. This time, we got to take off from our home base…Cooper’s Landing at the historic
Yesterday was not a day of resting up for the trip, thoughtfully packing gear or anything like that. The day before was the first ever (and maybe the last according to some cold, wet souls) “Great Flying Carp Canoe Clean-up” thrown by the River Ladies Auxiliary (RLA), a homegrown bunch of trash-cleaning river-lovers that know how to have a good time.
We put 14 canoes and kayaks out on the river to clean up 10 miles of the Missouri, from Katfish Katy’s at Huntsdale to Cooper’s Landing downstream. It was a day of extreme mud-slogging and tire-rolling followed by an afternoon of cold rain followed by a soggy trash sort and clean-up of the clean-up. I won’t go into it too much here, but everybody involved was truly impressed by everyone else’s heroic feats. Extreme clean-up!
So seeing the crew arrive at Cooper’s Sunday morning ready for action was pretty inspiring…
We loaded the boats up with gear and hunkered down for a speedy trip through Southern Boone County. I saw the bluffs at my home zip by, and we were off to meet up with our camera crew at Noren Landing in
Scouting with a camera crew is always a little different experience. This time, Dan was wired up, and occasionally we'd crack a joke, forgetting that he was miked until the sound guy would chuckle in the bow of the Saskia.
Usually, we'll swing the boat around to get a closer shot of a refrigerator or trash pile, but with a camera crew, you sometimes come back for a better angle of the maple-covered bluffsides ignited with a spot of sunshine.
As we approached the mouth of the
We thought about cruising up the Osage to stop by our friend Soda Popp's place across from Bonnots Mill, but Hermann was calling our name and the day was getting late...
Pay attention to the river, dummy
As we approached the Hermann bridge, I pulled in close to shore, checking out under the bridge for the usual scrap metal and party debris when I heard the clattering sound of gravel and sand on the prop. I looked up to see Tim and Gary Leabman at the ramp. In between us and them was an emerging sandbar blocking the way.
I shut the motor off and we found ourselves stuck in sand, just a couple hundred feet from the trailer waiting to haul our boat up the hill to the Spirit Hill Guest House.
Melanie hopped out to give us a push, and pretty soon Dan, Mel and I were all slogging thigh deep through the chilly water, pushing the Saskia into a narrow band of deeper water near shore. Moods darkened and the first signs of hypothermia crept in as we trailered the boat, hopped in the van and headed up the hill.
The Angels of Spirit Hill
On all the river journeys that River Relief takes, there are angels around each bend, giving us just the advice or help we need. Old farmers with a stack of aged Osage Orange for the fire ("Fire Angels"). A river rat with advice on the best campsite around ("River Angels"). The wonderful friends that keep our bellies full at clean-ups and send us on scouting trips with boxes full of homemade baked goods ("Food Angels").
And on the MegaScout, there are the "Ramp Angels"...people that emerge from the world above the banks to bring just what we need just when we need it. People like John Brady, wading in the river up to his waist at
In Hermann, our ramp angels came from Spirit Hill, the old German cemetery up on a bluff above the river. Gary Leabman and his wife Marcia own a beautiful guest house above the cemetery. Gardens spill down the hill behind the house, framed by blazing autumn maples and the sun setting over the hazy river valley.
Our drenched coveralls went in the dryer and