In April 1983, my brother, Jack, and I were trapped on the uninhabited side of the Current River by an historic flood. None of the weather forecasts from Poplar Bluff, Mo., where we began this adventure, even hinted at the scale of this flood. The rain did not let up for 11 hours pounding the valley and swelling the river. The river chased us all day. The water flowed like a creek down the hill. Every inch of our bodies was soaked to the bone. It was not very cold but we were starting to suffer from the long exposure.