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Personal Narrative: Greeting From Yuma

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Greeting from Yuma,
I 'm sorry I have not sent a letter or called I haven 't had the opportunity. I want to let you know that I 'm okay and I 'm adventuring God 's’ beautiful creations. The craziest thing that has happened to me this far was deciding to paddle down the colorado river. I hitched hiked into Needles, California and began hiking south following the river bank. I then ended up in Topock, Arizona when I was here I spotted a aluminium canoe and decided to buy it and take it down the river to the Gulf of California. I started my journey in Topock and paddled south down Lake Havasu, I had a brief excursion up the Bill Williams River then I went downstream through the Colorado River Indian Reservation, the Cibola National Wildlife Refuge. I would camp under escarpments and for a day I decided to track a herd of wild …show more content…

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