It was 1980 and I lay huddled under the mosquito net, my guardian angel that will keep watch over me through the long hot night. Hundreds of buzzing mosquitoes sing in harmony outside the net waiting for the feast coming later when in sleep my hand as always drops against the net.
The sound of high water rushing against the dead log lying in the river outside the small bush house worries my mind and sleep comes slow. Thoughts of the sharp bends and floating logs that come with the high water lay heavy on me. Tomorrow Bob and I will test our skills once more against the mean little river sometimes known as a mad woman.
Memories and stories of the past waiting to be told, but I am afraid much will go to the grave with us because words do not come easy to explain the fears, thrills and the excitement that mix together and make you happy to be a part of something this wonderful. “Wild and free” to preach the gospel to people that have never heard. Thank you Lord for asking us to go and You with us is the greatest thrill of all. Jack Housley
