Nature has a new plaque to run in our streetsHistory, some new wrinkle we are doomed to repeat- from Red Tide by Rush Waking up in a tent can't be beat. Let me rephrase that: Waking up in a dry tent can't be beat. Riding in the bed of a pick-up truck is fun… when you are an 8 yr old. Apparently I am doing a movie review here. Waiting around to launch the boats. Launching the canoes. From left to right, Chris, Lloyd, don't know her, don't know him, don't know those people back there, no idea who that is, and I think that dude's name is Matt. Check out the dog. Ahoy! Me mateys! And we're in the worter. Chris and Lloyd. It is a good thing they like each other, because no one else likes them. Yes, that is a ten year old breezing past some adults. Notice how the adults are almost crashing into the side. This is the best canoer named Thomas. Row, row, row your boatgently down the streamMerrily, merrily, merrily, merrilyLife is but a NIGHTMARE! Like father, like son. Uhm, hey guys, I know this is fun and all, but how come we don't just take the road? It is much easier. Where those trees are white up there? That's the sky. Ich liebe dich. Some dude. Wow, look at these guys go! They must be experts! I typed too soon. This looks incorrect. At least Eric is enjoying this. One minute, affection… … the next, anger! I don't know who this dude in the Michelle costume is, but he ain't fooling me. “Next time, don't tip over. The water is wet and will give you MRSA.” I snapped this picture of rolling fields and peaceful, tranquil land while I was draining the main vein. Sometimes trees topple. Not at our destination yet. Two things that are necessities to fishing. During our fried chicken lunch break.