Freaky Flash Flood

The next day was pretty much like the first. We were floating from where the Wise River feeds into the Big Hole River to a place called Divide. You’ve got to love these names. (I wish someone could tell me all the stories of where the names come from.) It was just our second day on the Big Hole River, but I had to admit it was beautiful. I even had to admit that I was becoming used to the fact that no one was talking to me. It was like everyone had just gotten in the habit of not speaking to me. It wasn’t a big deal anymore. I had become an outcast, and that was just the way it was going to be. Of course, I would have expected that maybe Pinky would have been the outcast, and not me.

What can you do? Maybe it sounds wimpy to say but I think I understand a little better how all those losers in school feel. They probably feel like they didn’t do anything to be labeled losers. And they can’t do anything to be unlabelled.