A few years ago I read Buck’s book, The Oregon Trail, in which he builds a covered wagon and travels across the country. Back again with a similar concept, this time he built (well, mostly he oversaw the construction of) a flatboat which he then sailed down the Mississippi. I doubt I’m the intended demographic for Buck’s writing, but I love his historical anecdotes, sardonic humor, and no-holds-barred musings on modern America. Along his journey, Buck hones his boating abilities, breaks a few ribs, and truly takes the time to speak with, listen to, and work alongside people who share wildly different views from himself. I found Buck’s writing to be a welcome break from a culture that feels increasingly shallow and fast-paced. Much like Buck’s journey down the Mississippi, his book is slow, meandering and thoroughly enjoyable.
