Chapter 11: Vision Quest?

Omaha Indian encampment, sometime in late 1800s. (Omaha Public Library photo)

Funny how things work out. Sometimes an experience will bring up memories that have lain dormant for years. Maybe it was of something that didn’t seem particularly important at the time it was happening. Possibly the new experience is like a key word on a computer that opens up an apparently unrelated, or unsuspected file.
Or maybe that first memory wasn’t complete, without something to trigger it.
Beats me. That night, on a Mississippi River sandbar I sat next to a dying campfire. My thoughts were about  another campfire on the Omaha Indian Reservation, three years before.
(For this story to be in context, read: Amos Owen, Dakota Holy Man first!)

To read the complete Downriver: Chapter 11, click here.