4 Wills “Been There, Going Again” Blog Tour, Stephen Geez

BTNT Geez Blog Tour graphic Day 02

Day 2

Greetings, friends! Welcome to the second stop on my 4WillsPublishing Blog Tour celebrating the re-issue of my memoir-shorts, Been There, Noted That: Essays in Tribute to Life. It has updated cover, new graphics, new book trailer, and now a first-ever jacketed hardcover edition. The book’s ruminations range from light and humorous to heartbreakingly poignant, but all spring from my own experiences. Thanks for visiting, trying this sample, and commenting!

 

 

 

Cow in the Creek

Essay by Stephen Geez

When I convinced my friend Bill to accompany me on a raft/canoe trip through Alabama and Tennessee, never once did I imagine that he would nearly be eaten alive by a vicious cow.

   Five days of torrential rains had swollen White Oak, one of the creeks where my father grew up fishing from holler to holler. We planned to put in several miles east of Highway 13, expecting eventually to reach a Kentucky Lake boat landing beside the remnants of a decrepit washed-out bridge.

   Uncle Calvin’s car trouble and a lengthy detour conspired to put us hours behind schedule, but we set out, confident that rivers and creeks always promise one thing: Stay the course, regardless of obstacles and twists and turns, and you’ll eventually get to where you’re going.

   The scenery looked spectacular, the sky vivid blue, the sun bathing us in its golden glow. We paddled enthusiastically, making up for lost time, but when the temperature hit something like 200 degrees, we discovered that Bill had brought the wrong float bag, the one packed with wetsuits for the next day’s Ocoee rafting trip. We had no shorts or short-sleeve shirts.

   We were in the middle of nowhere, and hadn’t seen a soul, so if anybody did spot us that afternoon, now they know why two grown men decided to canoe in boxer shorts. Bill presented quite a sight, lobster-red due to his tendency to burn even at the mention of sunlight, a rather big guy who—well, he makes his end of the boat sit rather low in the water.

   That’s when we careened around a bend and spotted our adversary . . . a cow in the creek.

   It was a calf, really, just standing there looking at us—two nearly naked nuisances paddling a canoe.

   Frankly, I didn’t think much of it, and we had plenty of room to maneuver around it, but Bill absolutely freaked. Apparently, the sum-total of his cow experiences had been to hang his head out car windows and Mooooo at indifferent herds. He didn’t know that cows care more about the flies swarming their own rumps than about interlopers floating by in boats, or that their attention spans rarely last beyond the initial howdy-do.

   So Bill panicked, paddled furiously, spun the boat around, and toppled us over. I found this rather annoying.

   I managed to calm him down, then convinced him to risk life and limb by warily approaching the savage beast. The cow retaliated . . . by meandering up onto the gravel bar and waiting patiently for us to go away. Bill took a picture, proof of his brush with the most hideous of gruesome deaths.

   As the air cooled, we dressed again, then found ourselves braving twisty rapids connecting deep crystalline pools that hosted lazy bass and curious bream. A Great Heron followed us for a while, and I tried to convince Bill it was planning to swoop down and peck out our eyes so the cows could move in and finish us off, but he didn’t fall for it.

   As the creek widened into deep floodwaters, we had to paddle hard to keep moving. I noticed that navigating our course had mimicked what it’s like to live a long and full life: launched into the youthful swift-flowing currents of promise and potential, maneuvering around the obstacles and twists of fate, eventually slowing in the still waters of old age where even small progress requires extra effort.

   We watched a glorious sunset, then found ourselves blanketed by a star-sequined shroud of impenetrable darkness, flashlights our only hope of surviving boat-eating trees. As the lake currents grew treacherous, the water choppy, Bill shared several colorful opinions about my skill at planning canoe trips, but we eventually found the decrepit old bridge, startling a young couple stargazing amid the rocks. As I stowed the gear, I could hear Bill regaling them with his tale of the deranged, bloodthirsty cow in the creek. I didn’t hear it all, but I think he got to be the hero in his version.

   If life is like a trip down a rain-swollen creek, then we better watch out for the cows. You might not consider them a threat, but one man’s cow is another’s fire-breathing Cow-zilla . . . and you never know which ones might be in cahoots with the Great Heron.

   We drove to the Ocoee with barely enough time to stop for breakfast. Bill ordered a thick steak with his eggs, and a big glass of milk.

   I figured he’d already forgotten about the vicious cow that nearly ate him alive, but he did seem to take malevolent delight in carving his meat, chuckling to himself once or twice, grinning with every bite.

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33 thoughts on “4 Wills “Been There, Going Again” Blog Tour, Stephen Geez

  1. I love starting my day with laughter! ” I tried to convince Bill it was planning to swoop down and peck out our eyes so the cows could move in and finish us off, but he didn’t fall for it.” Cowzilla yet. I’m still chuckling. Congratulations, Stephen. Thanks so much for hosting today, Kester.

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      1. I’m so glad it’s only the cows! Down under you gotta watch the Kangaroos. Tricky little varmints have those damned pouches. Poof! Disappear in an instant! 😀

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  2. I laughed when I read this the first time. Now I laughed again equally hard. Such an imagination, Stephen has! Thank you for hosting, Kester on this second day of the tour.

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    1. Well, anything that can coax a laugh must be okay. Thank you, Karen. I’m glad it’s fun the second time around. Glad you visited and commented.

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    1. Vashti! The book does contain a tale of drifting around the Everglades and encountering one of the local denizens. And I think Bill was along on that adventure, too. Thanks for the visit!

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  3. A canoe, a wacky friend, and a mad cow; just enough to write a great story. I was all in and then it was over. Now where is the rest of it?

    Good job Stephen. You have a creative mind. Lol.

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    1. Thanks, Shirley!

      The rest follows the wacky friend through other adventures–diving, camping, boating, etc.–then follows me through other experiences. It offers varying surprises from messages to observations. It’s a thread that jumps from one noteworthy to another, sometimes far apart in place and time. With these I get to play with different forms, whatever seems like it might work for that kind of observation. Alas, most places that buy personal-experience essays want them short. Maybe someday I’ll try true memoir like the big beautiful (warts and all) picture you painted in Our Lady. I always enjoy seeing you around. Thanks again.

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  4. I am glad you made it past boat eating trees and the cowzilla:) Yes, life can very well throw one of those at us at times. I am enjoying your tour. Great post.

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    1. Thanks, Rhani. If you can, try to catch all the stops this week. Some are serious, some poignant, and some goofy goofy. All try to say something, though. Glad to see you stopping by!

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