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So I'm standing in tha parking lot of the takeout. There is only on vehicle their and I figure it's a fisherman. I'm about to stow my boat in the woods and start hiking when this lone open boater paddles up. At the time I had no idea what Willian Nealy looked like. I had heard he had quit paddling and gotten in to mountain biking. Anyway...I asked for a ride to the top and he said "sure" and I helped him tie the boats onto his rack. Usually in this situation we would have had the "paddling resume" conversation on the drive up. But he did not say a word and neither did I. I was not an uncomfortable silence, we just didn't talk. When we got to the top I unloaded my boat thanked him and he drove off.
I wasn't until I saw a picture of him in his obituary that I realize who it was. |
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