S H I P W R E C K E D O N S P I C E R I S L A N D

larry goodellink drawing by lenore goodell

ink drawing by lenore goodell

S H I P W R E C K E D O N S P I C E R I S L A N D

shipwrecked on Spicer Island outside Olson Bay we lay with our Spit up in the air & broiled clams on the beach

we made it to Duncan Mountain by midday & camped therewe looked down over Blaser Point with the Bay stretching beyond it & Jerry said"Do you think anyone will ever see us?" just then a twin engine jet flew over& we waved our arms & shouted the jet circled & thru glasses Jerry saw the one-eyed pilotthere was no place to land but he waved & dropped a red flarehe'll get help Tom said & we passed the bottle around the firewe were going to climb on to Whalen Ridge but the winds were fierce so we set up our own flares& started back to the ship Ginsbergia stretched out in a thin blue line beyond the Bay& we wondered if they wd ever find us. We got water from a River whichwas not on our small map tho it cd be the Dorn River which is always changing its course.The next morning Mickey spotted the chopper with a red star on itit came overhead & hovered then set down beside usthey had beards but were they friendlies or not it turned out they were our friendly aggressors& were painted up like the enemy they gave us food & the one with a big red beard& flashing eyes & as Don recalled rouged cheeks gave us half a lid of grassnobody else came but we managed to repair the hull & set sail across the Bay.We set ashore once but all these freaks came after us with cameras & candy barsso we set off again following the coastline South & West

/27Jan71larry goodell

BCduende digital box 571 placitas, new mexico 87043 usa

poetheart@comcast.net august 20, 2010

ink drawing by lenore goodellduende digital

2010