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 with his hands on the glowing orb in Saudi Arabia, the suicide bombing in Manchester,

testimony on collusioning 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 Meg and 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 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

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