Writing

by Perrin Pring I’ll call him Abe. Carnie Abe.Let me back up. In college, during the summers, I worked for a company as a river rafting guide in Grand Teton National Park. In the June of my sophomore year, I was a seasoned, returning guide. I had one season under my belt, and therefore I had earned the swagger in my step. I was the one woman on the crew, and I knew things. Or at least I thought I did.Our company operated on two ten-mile sections of the Snake River, eloquently named by previous g