I join my two women friends as they attempt to pole their small raft up the river. I take over both poles just as we enter a strong current. The raft is pitched back down river and the girls go overboard. I manage to eddy up the raft around a bend and I cling to some brush. The girls climb back on. We disembark. On the beach, I point out a walking stick bug that is carrying a small piece of paper. A beetle and a fly ride on its back. The girls are uninterested.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #209: I Point Out A Walking Stick Bug.
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