The catfish has been cleaned and the kitchen too! Only now can my gear be put away. Our rafting trip went well and will hopefully be a lot funnier tomorrow after I check on my buddy Brent to make sure he’s okay. He took a swim and ended up wearing my extra dry clothes.
So far, nothing was hurt but his pride. Lessons were learned and reviewed. The raft will be repaired, improved, and ready for more redneckery as soon as the rest of the crew are ready to go.
You can probably guess I have a hard time sitting still. The raft forces a person to sit and wait. With a good tailwind, using a pole or a paddle wouldn’t make any difference in our speed, so we had to sit and talk. Sometimes I’d lay back, rest my head on a throwbag, and just watch the clouds. This is exactly what I needed.
Only a couple of people saw us (that we know of). One man came running out of his new house, waving and yelling, “Hey! Where’d you start? Aww man! As soon as I’m all moved in I’m going to do that too!!”
And there were a bunch of kids climbing the rocky cliff near the city pool. As we floated up behind them, I yelled out, “Make good choices!” As if we’re in any position to talk. 😉 Fun fact: when I was that age, my friend group had a big styrofoam raft until a classmate stole it. When we caught him using the raft, my buddy and I launched a barrage of dirt clods, which resulted in him flipping. “Make good choices,” indeed.
Anyways, I’m happy the first good river camping trip of the season is behind us. We’re already looking forward to the next adventure.
What The Huck! 