That’s why I’d started walking in the first place, dragging my boat by a rope. So no one needs to worry about me getting swept away by current today. Now there’s not enough water for a kayak and me. This is what the San Joaquin USED to look like. The San Joaquin, the second-longest river in California, used to support ferry traffic. I looked to the left to see this Frankenriver flowing backward - toward the Sierra Nevada, where I’d started this “Mad Max” journey 12 days before. I was alone on the San Joaquin River in California’s remote Central Valley - the forgotten part of the Golden State, where no one thinks of taking a vacation. As anyone who’s seen “Indiana Jones” or “Princess Bride” can attest, you need a sidekick to get unstuck from quicksand.
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