Paddling South: Winnipeg to New Orleans by Canoe
By Rick Ranson
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The stories that became Paddling South, Winnipeg to New Orleans by Canoe stem from a voyage a high school friend and I took in the fall of 1969. Although there was a forty year wait between voyage and publication, the book retains its accuracy because both John Van Landeghem and I kept separate journals.
While I was writing the book John lent me his diary so I was able to refer to both accounts. After forty years it was a revelation to see what John actually thought of the trip and me, so much so that at one point I phoned John in Edmonton and said:
“You didn’t like me much did you.”
Personal faults aside this was an amazing adventure in the Mark Twain tradition. This was not so much a man against nature saga, although there was that element, the trip was just two kids on an adventure. And it was an adventure.
We couldn’t find a place to camp so we spent three nights in The Fargo City Jail as guests of the Fargo Police.
“But you gotta be out by Thursday. We need the space. Thursdays is when we start getting our regulars.”
While on the Mississippi we almost sank a half a dozen times, we almost got swamped by a ship, a barge, waves, you name it. Getting almost killed was a daily event.
We met a collection of characters; from the merely odd to the melancholy and to the downright dangerous. It was as if Samuel Clements was writing our itinerary.
Paddling South was nominated as The Best Non Fiction Book by a Manitoba Author 2008.
Rick Ranson
When people ask me to explain my history I’m tempted to preface my answer with the Monty Python saying; ‘and now for something completely different.’ For example: When I tell acquaintances what I do for a living, both my writer friends and my welder friends say the same thing; “You do what?” Yep, I really do have two Journeyman’s Certificates, one as a Boilermaker, the other for Welding; and I really do have books published. Never mind, I’m working on more books. You see I’ve always held to the principle that ‘find out what everybody thinks is a great idea, then don’t do it. While in school it was drilled into us that you were going to be an abject failure unless you went to university and then wore a suit. So when I finally got away from school I did the exact opposite. As far as formal education was concerned I majored in being a disaster. I think I still hold the record for the lowest mark in Grade 10 French. I hated the place and I’m pretty sure the feeling was mutual. The one shining attribute that I did acquire wasn’t from any formal education, it was from my mother. She was a librarian and she instilled in me the love of reading. I always read. Hell one time I flunked a high school literature exam because I had spent the study time home reading my older brother Dave’s university literature books. I can’t say that I didn’t learn while I was in formal education, just not in the things they gave marks for. It’s an interesting experience to be invited back to my old high school and stand in my old classroom where I suffered so many humiliations, and give a seminar on my award winning book. I came from a large boisterous and loving family, where my older brother and sister used to regularly torture me, and I in turn would torment my younger siblings. Gawd I miss those days. When I was fourteen I hitchhiked from Moose Jaw Saskatchewan to Toronto. At seventeen I hitchhiked from Winnipeg to Mexico. At nineteen I paddled down the Mississippi River in a canoe. After I got married we emigrated to Australia for a year. It seemed like I spent my teens and early twenties ‘Of No Fixed Abode.’ That came to an abrupt halt when my daughter Rebecca arrived. Suddenly I had to become serious about this making a living. I became an apprentice at the railway, along came Tara and Jessica and when I finally became a journeyman I looked around and there was a crowd at the table, all women. It was an easy decision to accept a well-paying job in the high arctic because we were broke. Not just a little broke, we were lay-awake-at-night broke. Besides I thought, it was only going to be for a couple of years. >My books describe some of the more printable experiences while I worked in Canada and the United States but there’s been several side trips, ‘U’ turns, anomalies, whatever. The expression; ‘never wish for something too much, you just might get it,’ fits right here. But one of the things I take most satisfaction about, is that I’ve never been afraid to try. And I don’t get all worked up if I fail, as long as nobody’s looking. I’ve always had a love of reading but over the years I’ve developed a love of writing. It’s become formalized. I first started writing letters to my kids, then to my extended family, then small articles in the local newspaper to people that knew me. Now I just write the same stories in my books. If I can get my kids and my family laughing and crying while reading my chapters, I know you will.
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Paddling South - Rick Ranson
PADDLING SOUTH
Winnipeg to New Orleans by Canoe
CONTENTS
WINNIPEG TO MINNEAPOLIS
Cruising Down the River 4
The Tactician 7
The Start 12
Diary: Winnipeg to the Border 15
You’re a Duck John 17
Diary: US Border to Fargo North Dakota 21
The Fargo City Jail 25
Overland to the Mississippi 31
An American Boy 33
Can You See Anything?
35
Minneapolis 40
MINNEAPOLIS TO ST. LOUIS
An American Working Man 46
The Night Boat 48
Lake Pepin 51
Incident at Lock #20 55
St. Louis 60
ST. LOUIS TO NEW ORLEANS
An American Momma 64
Diary: Shakes 65
On A Yacht 66
The Riot 73
The Bandage 78
BOB 83
Shoot’n Jesus 87
Shoot’n Johnny 90
The Call and the Girls 94
Green Waves and Dams 99
A Ship’s Propeller 103
NEW ORLEANS
Arriving 105
The Media 108
The Honey Trap 114
Home 123
Epilogue 124
Paddling South
Chapter 1
img1.jpgLarry Ranson (my dad) and me being interviewed
WINNIPEG FREE PRESS, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1969
Cruising Down the River
It's a long way to New Orleans.
Rick Ranson, 20, and John Van Landeghem, 20, both of St. James Assiniboia, are preparing to make the trip this fall - in a 16-foot fiberglass canoe.
They estimate they should arrive in New Orleans about Christmas after three months of paddling.
The boys plan to depart from the Assiniboine Park Foot bridge, Saturday and proceed down the Assiniboine to the Red River, from there to the Minnesota River, and on down the Mississippi.
The trip, which is more than 1,500 miles, by car has been made by canoe at least twice before, once in 1900 and again in 1967.
They will carry letters of introduction from Mayor A. W. Hanks of St. James-Assiniboia, the Manitoba Centennial Corporation and Premier Ed Schreyer, as well as 200 pounds of luggage and food.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crack!
John? John? You awake?
Crack! Crack!
For about an hour. So Rance. When are we getting up?
Blang! Bzzzzzzzz! Crack!
Up? Jesus H…… Up? John this may be a stupid question but did you notice a sign on the beach last night? Something like…oh I dunno, maybe like NO TRESSPASSING, or a sign that said, DANGER?
It was dark.
Thud!
What the fuck was that?
I dunno but I’ll bet it’s on a tripod.
Any holes in the tent?
Crack!
So far so good.
How far is the river?
Missouri River’s on the left and the Mississippi’s on the right.
Which way?
Towards the sunrise.
Where are we?
Shit I dunno. Maybe Missouri. Couple of miles north of St. Louis.
Did you feel that? The ground moved.
John.
What.
I have to pee.
Me too.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
We’ll have to slither out of the tent and pee lying down.
You slither first.
Watch where you crawl. I was up during the night.
Crack! Bzzzzzzzzzzzz!
Musta hit a branch.
How stupid is this?
It was dark. Never mind, we coulda camped in front.
At least they would a seen us. Not back here in the trees. Stupid, stupid, stupid
Stupid… like as in getting run over by a ship?
Or being in jail.
Or paddling over a dam?
That was not my fault! You were in front! Rance.
Or get swamped?
Which time.
John, while you are out there slithering, wave your undies at them. If you can’t get their attention maybe the smell will kill them.
Why do you always tell stupid jokes?
Why do you always get us into shit?
There’s two of us here. You’re not on a free ride!
Crack! Crack!
Hey who was the one who said. ‘That beach looks pretty good’! No wonder it was so empty, it’s being shot at by the Seventh bloody Cavalry!
THUD!
That’s it! Outta my way. I don’t know what that was, but it weren’t no 22.
Be sure to tell those guys in this rifle range that those idiots camped behind the targets are Good Will Ambassadors from Canada!
Mayor Hanks of St James with me and John
Chapter 2
The Tactician
John and I sat cradling sweet tea across the room from a bear of a man. His formal title was ‘The Right Reverend Allan Selby’ but to all of us teens he was just ‘The Rev.’ The Rev. owned a deep hearty laugh that he liked to use often. He was friendly although this Scotsman was no push over. When all us young guys got together, in the Rev’s house, we got pretty loud. If you knew what to look for, you could catch the Rev. standing back watching us with a half-smile. We chalked up his wistful expression to being a little distracted. It was like he was our own Mr. Chips. Once you got to know him you realized that he carried a small sand pebble of melancholy in his shoe. Us teens would have tea, and he would disappear for a minute upstairs, and you’d hear glass clinking. Then he would come downstairs red-faced and quiet.
Through the night he would disappear momentarily, glass would clink, and that pebble would grow and grow until he was carrying a boulder like Atlas carrying that globe. When that abattoir called The Second World War started the Rev’s Coke bottle glasses had barred him from any active service in the British army. Except for young Allan Selby, all his friends and every young man in his graduating class had been killed in the war, every last one.
Between the two of them, Mr. and Mrs. Rev had more degrees than a thermometer. That nice lady who gave you a choice between great tea or terrible coffee, was once featured on the cover of LIFE Magazine for her work with deaf children on a poverty-stricken island. We came to see them because the Rev. and Mrs. Selby were both book smart, but mostly they were street smart. We needed help; we had a problem.
The reason we were seeking The Rev’s advice was because of ‘The Corporation’. About the second week in July, John had made his first contact with The Centennial Corporation. The Corporation was set up by the government to oversee the hundred-year anniversary of Manitoba joining Canada in 1870. The Corporation was spending barrels of tax money encouraging all Manitobans to start up Centennial projects, which the corporation would sponsor. We took them at their word.
We had three things we wanted from them. Help us find and purchase a suitable boat. Failing that, help us promote the trip. If we couldn’t get that, our fallback position was to get a letter of introduction addressed to the various governments along the route. That was our shopping list.
After two months of pounding on highly varnished doors all we ever got were promises. We came to the conclusion that the government didn’t want to know us. They didn’t help us find a boat. They didn’t help us promote the trip.
No letter was ever coming. The government wanted us to go away. What the poor government failed to reckon with, is the sly, subtle, downright dirty tactics that a church minister can think of to prod a government agency off their bureaucratic fat asses.
What we were about to get from The Rev. was far, far more valuable than any handout from the civil service. What we got was a lesson in government guerrilla warfare.
Rev. we talked with this guy five, six times.
Through a cloud of pipe smoke and thick glasses the Rev’s eyes sparkled.
It didn’t happen.
Yeah, it did. Five times at least.
It didn’t happen.
There was a pause as we looked at him.
I’ve had bank managers lie to me. Heck I’ve had other ministers lie to me. I’m an expert in lying.
He chuckled.
If you don’t write it down it didn’t happen. After you meet with anybody, you always write them a letter. The secret is time and space. Who promised what, and when they said they’d do it.
Well, Ok.
Not just OK. A letter is proof. Just make sure…, he pointed with his pipe, you are the one writing the letter.
OK.
And don’t be stupid. Keep the original, send him the copy.
But Rev. this guy was really enthusiastic. He thought this trip was great. He promised us money for a boat, promoting the trip, letters…,
The Rev. was quiet for a moment, puffing on his pipe.
And you know why he was enthusiastic?
Why?
Cause he wasn’t the one that made the decision. He didn’t give a tinker’s dam, pardon my French. He just wanted a friendly way to get rid of you.
John I think we been screwed.
You know Rev. you could never nail this guy down…
A Talleyrand?
Who?
"Talleyrand. Charles Maurice de Talleyrand. He was the ultimate survivor. He was in five French governments. He was a minister for Louis and Marie Antoinette until they got their heads chopped off, then the Revolution, then Napoleon, then Louis Phillip, the Bourbons…Napoleon was supposed to have said;
You are shit sir, shit in a silk stocking.
Rev. Watch your language.
The Rev. smiled.
Now this is what you do. Go to your city councilors for letters of introduction. After the meeting send the Councilors notes, thanking them for their efforts, and incidentally you’ll be at their offices Friday to pick the letters up.
What about the Centennial Corporation?
We get to them Laddie, we’ll get to them presently. With those letters in your hand you go down to your local MLA’s office, and talk to the nice lady that runs the place. Show her the letter, tell her your problems.
Not the MLA?
No, you don’t need too, the woman runs the place anyway.
Mrs. Rev. looked up from her desk and smiled.
You see lads, all governments hate each other. You want them to compete for your project. If the province sees that letter from the city, they’ll go off like a flare.
Obviously enjoying himself the Rev. stopped to refill his pipe.
"You write a note explaining your project, and you take it to the papers. You talk to a reporter and you tell him that the Centennial Corporation has been extremely slow, nothing more. You want them to move,