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reality.  We were once again off the blacktop and onto a gravel road, far more rugged then the last one.  Sam was shouting at us to hang on, it would be a little rough.  No kidding!  More than once did I want to scream, “slow down;” I didn't have to.  Marty did that for us, without success.  Sam just laughed, enjoying himself.
     
                  “We should have left your van behind and taken my Blazer.”  Tom had to yell to be heard.
     
                  “Aw, come on, you don't mind being rattled around a little bit.  Are you getting soft from all that desk work?”  Sam laughed loud and hearty.
     
                  “Soft!  My ass!  I just don't want to break any bones before we get to that river of yours.”
     
                  The two men were shouting happily at each other, obviously looking forward to the trip.  I was too, but my female counterpart had slipped on a pair of neon pink headphones and removed herself from the conversation.  I was beginning to feel left out.  Thank God for the beautiful surroundings!
     
                  We bounced around for what seemed like an eternity, my right hand starting to get tired from holding on to the seat for dear life.  How on earth did Sam ever find this place?  And, better yet, I hope he remembers how to get back out of here.  I suddenly missed Allen and my house.  Oh well, it's just one night and I'll be home soon enough.  After a few more potholes, curves and bumps, we finally rounded a bend and found ourselves overlooking a large grassy meadow.  Clear and green, it only needed some black and white cows to belong on a picture postcard.   Sam drove on over the grass and toward some trees at the far side.  And there, straight ahead of us, we finally had our first glimpse of the river Sam had talked so much about.
     
                  “There it is,” Sam smiled at us.  “Meet Coon River.  Doesn't look like much, but just a little ways downriver it widens nicely.  A little creek, Rockhouse Creek, joins what's really Coon Creek and the whole thing becomes officially Coon River.”
     
     
     

                                      Chapter 3
     
                  We walked over to the water's edge.  I had to give it to Sam.  He had done a great job finding this starting point for us.  The ground sloped gently into the water, and there was a small, sandy spot which, with a little imagination, one could call a beach.  For us it was perfect.  We could load the canoes and push off without potentially breaking our backs or legs in the process.  The water was crystal clear.  When I stuck my foot in, I was amazed at how warm it felt.
     
                  Yes, I thought, this is the way I like it.  A broiling hot day and a clear, gravel-bottom river with pee-warm water and just enough current to keep us moving forward but not enough to turn into work. 
     
                  Sam was still telling us about his river   “You know, the Department of Natural Resources did a study last year to determine how clean the state's river water is, and they declared this water potable.  After all, it has no industry anywhere nearby, and there is really no pollution.  I'm not so sure I want to drink it, but I thought you'd like to know. 
     
                  “This could be a very interesting trip, guys.  A little ways down river is a spot where last year they found a bald eagle nest.  Pretty exciting!  And a little further downstream, this river borders Camp Crowder and the civilian world.  Most people think Crowder is a defunct military base, but they use this place for training and research.  The military seems to feel that it is so isolated that the personnel have nothing to do but work.  Rumor in the neighborhood has it that they are doing some testing here, top-secret stuff.  Well, I doubt