After putting my Red River runabout through rain, blowing sand and cold, early-morning fog, I came to the conclusion that she wasn't the perfect runabout yet. She needed a top.
I made a top out of Rip-stop Nylon and fiberglass tent poles. When I put her new top on she resembled the Prairie Schooners of old. The name was perfect I named her the Red River Schooner.
She looked so sporty, I decided to let her show off Old Glory!
I set out on a fourteen-day four hundred-mile trip down Red River to gather material of a different kind. I needed material I could write stories about. I became the Red River Scholar.
The Schooner and the Scholar; we have an agreement. She will obey my every command, in return I will be her spokesman.
