Welcome to Home of the Brave. I'm Scott Carrier. I don't know about you, but I've found the news, following the news the past couple of weeks to be taxing my sanity.

Trump put his hands on the glowing orb in Saudi Arabia, the suicide bombing in Manchester, testimony on collusion with Russians,

the people in the stories, the politicians and pundits, the high government officials and the newscasters, they speak with confidence

and look like they have their shit together.

They have fine clothes and the latest hairstyles. It's just I can't understand the sentences

coming out of their mouths how one sentence leads to another and another. I get confused and

it makes me feel like I'm crazy because obviously they're smart

and successful and look like a million bucks whereas I'm a mess I don't iron my clothes

I haven't shaved in three days, I live in fear of the day when

Megan Kelly comes back, and I think a lot of other people feel the same way.

So in order to relieve some of this stress I'm going to play a story that I think

has a calming effect. It's a repeat, a rerun from the past, the early 90 90s back when everything that happened now seems like

a bedtime story. The idea was to float down a river from its upper branches to its trunk, specifically the green river from where it starts

in the mountains of Wyoming to where it joins the Colorado in the desert of Utah.

It was a good trip. I hope you like it.

I have to confess a profound ignorance about what I'm doing.

My preparation for this float trip consisted of buying a canoe and then grabbing a Wyoming

roadmap from a rest stop on the drive up. I've been in a canoe a couple of times and I thought I knew how to make

it turn and go straight and I'd seen the river from several bridges I crossed on other

trips in other years,

and it was always wide and calm and flat,

so I thought I could manage well enough.

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