Hey, everyone. Some technical issues on my end meant that the last issue of the Blue Million Miles was text-only. I thought I’d rectify that by making this one strictly for your ears. You might remember that last year I spent July 4th wringing my hands over the death drive coming through the...

*clears throat* It’s always easier not to. Not to write. Not to swim. Not to write about swimming. Easier not to turn left off the state road and descend the mountain to the lake below. It’s not like anyone will ever force you to. The excuses offer themselves too easily. And besides, entropy...

To write about the waterways of Alabama is to wade through converging streams of fact and fiction, reality and lore, what’s actually true and what’s just a good story. Let me give you an example: a few weeks ago, on an oxbow of the Alabama River just downstream from its confluence, I swam past...