Written by; Gary Wonning
While my canoe drifted on the river my mind began to drift aimlessly down the river of time, looking back I could see the same canoes that had begun the journey, the same people were still occupying them, but the time had shifted and we were no longer in the twentieth century.
I instantly envisioned a group of Indians navigating the Snake River in what is now the land of Idaho, as I watched, the canoe carrying Merle and his wife as well as my daughter Annette, now held Merle, Barb, and Annette was their daughter. I was also one of their children, being older I was in a separate canoe with another brother, Jim.
The tribe was moving south for the winter, the leaves were already starting to turn to their magnificent hues of red and gold and I began to notice a slight chill in the air. We were in unfamiliar waters now, we had never gone this far south before. As I rounded a sweeping bend in the river, I was the first became aware of the danger that lie ahead.
It came on us without warning, being in the lead we were the first to see and hear the giant waterfall that lie ahead, navigating near the river’s edge, Jim and I were able to reach out and grab a limb, thereby saving our lives, the rest were not so lucky, and many fell to their death.
As I watched, the canoe carrying the rest of our family plunged over the river’s edge, Barb and Annette survived, but Merle was killed instantly, striking his head on a rock and breaking his neck.
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His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
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