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August 08, 2005 at 10:38 am

Floating actually means walking...and carrying...and getting really, really tired...

A bunch of us (view a picture here) went on a camping/float excursion over the weekend. It was a lot of fun, but extremely exhausting. The campground wasn’t too bad, although the river-folk who were present weren’t too good (aside from being reacquainted with many fun expletives that I hadn’t heard in a while, I’ve never actually seen so many drunk people at eight o’clock in the morning in my life).

Fun times were had by all (and I mean all) until the wee hours of the morning. But, we did manage to have some of our own fun and get some sleep as well.

The water level of the Elk River was pretty low this year, so much of our canoeing was spent dragging the canoes rather than rowing them. It took us about five hours to make it down eight miles of river.

We took Indy who did surprisingly well. She slept in the tent with us, thoroughly enjoyed the outdoors, and became quite the boat-dog by the end of the canoeing trip (she loved the attention from all of the other boaters).

Thanks, Jill, for organizing this for all of us… We appreciate it! (Click the thumbnail to see Jill enjoying a peaceful morning down by the river.)

Read my friend Todd‘s account of our trip here.

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