Pat's mother, brother, and beagle came too.
Lucy isn't exactly a water dog. She is definitely more of a landlubber. It took many hands to get her into her life jacket. She got all sorts of attention as we progressed down the river. My favorite was when the drunk guys asked if Lucy was short for Lucifer.
I don't have a lot of canoeing experience. Stephanie has been a part of most of them as we usually canoed together at Girl's Camp. Here are the hot mommas right before we loaded up the canoes:
Stephanie packed us some delicious treats, so we stopped about half way and ate an early lunch. We had to eat early because I was hungry and I'm grumpy when I don't get to eat. What can I say? The way to my heart is through my stomach these days.
We may have been the only sober people on the river. At first I was most afraid of hitting a log or sandbar and getting tipped over, but I quickly learned that the intoxicated people were much more dangerous (and unpredictable) than nature's speed bumps. Seriously, it was like Sodom and Gomorrah, Ozark Style. I hope every one makes it home okay. There is a heat advisory in the area today and I although there was lots of drinking going on, we didn't see any of them drinking water.
Thanks to the Zysks for letting us tag along and thanks to TJ for being the brains and brawn behind our canoe.
