Combs, AR, about three or four miles and crossed the river again...this time it had much more water in it. I thought, "that's enough water for me and my Jon boat," so we unloaded the boat there. At 9am down the river I go. Roger drove my car to the take out point. I remember thinking that the same water I see here will eventually go by my place, some 400 miles downstream. There had been a rain a few days before and the color was milky green...just right for good smallmouth fishing. I knew I had a long way to travel, but every time I would stop to fish, I would get good strikes, and caught several nice bass. There were many treacherous places in the river, where the water would make sharp turns, for example. I'm a good river-runner, but came close to sinking on several occasions. On through the day, fishing and traveling the river. Finally, after about 30 miles, comes LAKE SEQUOYAH, just east of Fayetteville. It was nice to have sufficient water to navigate. Wyman Bridge, below the dam, was a terrible put-in spot...a mud bank requiring brute strength to pull the boat.