Floaters
Laughter, dirty river water, canoes, cheesy one liner’s, beef jerky, cold weather, spandex, pink fanny packs, beer, and ticks.
All of these magical components bundle together in order to serve one higher purpose – canoe trippage. That’s right - I’m embarking on a mystical journey with three other primates into the nefarious jungle in order to heed the man yell grumbling deep within us all. Or, if you’re like me, you got suckered into the idea that floating down a river would clench your burning desire to escape reality for one small moment.
My original disposition was inaccurate after realizing that death is surely imminent – the river has flooded and we will surely peril under its mighty wrath. <sarcasm>Fortunately for us, the water level is just ‘barely’ low enough for the rangers to keep the river open – great, so we will just ‘barely’ survive the trip.</sarcasm>
Categorized as Babbling