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thanksgiving in big bend: back in november of 1982, when i was 9 years old, my grandfather… better known as “hunny”… took me on a trip to big bend national park in west texas. we went there to canoe the rio grande. the trip would be one for the ages. being the first time to camp, canoe, and visit big bend… it remains one of my fondest memories as a kid. that trip was the first of many others i would take with hunny to canoe and camp in different places. hunny’s canoe now hangs in my loft, above my living area. the picture of hunny and i dodging rocks and riding the rapids on that cold november in ‘82, hangs on the wall just below the canoe. most visitors to my place ask about the canoe hanging from my ceiling… in return i share with them a picture of a 9 year old boy, his grandfather, and a story of cold water, starry skies, a warm sleeping bag, tall canyons, wet jeans, good smelling bacon, scrambled eggs, no lunch, a hot shower, and a lot of love for a grandfather.
photo by: william goynes