Choctawhatchee River Quotes

“the river was a place of mystery and myth, of freedom and solitude, where one couldn’t help but feel like an orphan in a different world, belonging to everything and nothing all at once.”
― McCaid Paul, Dead River

“Now, I imagine how the place must look to someone like Ms. Judy, the landscape barren and bleak after sixty-five summers without her, trees stunted in growth due to the numerous hurricanes, floods, droughts, and tornadoes over the years. As a result, the overhead limbs now bear the shape of the wind, the bank eroded and boggy, with multiple man-made items caught in the snags along the shore—fishing line, a board or two from an old dock, a piece of rope, an empty beer bottle.
But there’s also something serene about it all, to the fingers of fog sneaking through the leafy foliage, hovering like damp breath; the sweet and spicy smell of milkweed and traces of pollen coating the calm surface, each breath of wind shedding yellow dust.
We tie off along a clump of cypress knees, our lines swishing over the rusty-brown surface. Ms. Judy doesn’t even ask for help, flicking her wrist back and aiming for a narrow spot in between two fallen limbs, the movement like muscle-memory after all this time.”
― McCaid Paul, Dead River