We met Donny on the streets of Minneapolis. The first night we rolled into town, we hopped out of Campy and saw him standing at a bus stop. I got a good feeling about him so we walked over to ask him if he knew where to find some flowers. His face lit up and we instantly became friends. He told us to hop on the bus with him, he was headed to Dinkytown for an adventure and wanted to smoke us up. We couldn't even cover our bus fare so he paid for us.
Then one day, Donny called us up ecstatic. He had found a kayak floating in the Mississippi, lodged into some brush. Someone had clearly abandoned it and now it was Donny's. He swam out into the mighty river and captured the kayak.
Donny grew up in Minneapolis and dreamt of riding the river down to New Orleans. He heaved the heavy craft onto his back and hauled it nearly 2 miles back to where he was staying at a youth shelter.