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This was an adventure in the truest sense: The memories of the event are much less traumatic than the event itself. Suffice it to say I am an idiot, and a expedition captained by a fool is, by definition, a foolish endeavor. The first of my many mistakes was thinking that others would love the river as much as I do. The second was expecting kids to be able to paddle for 10 hours a day (face it, it takes practice to sit on your ass that long). The third was taking siblings on as the crew. Everyone has been saying "Oh, those boys will have wonderful memories that will last a lifetime." Sadly, the memories they will have are of me screaming "How many times to I have to tell you not to stand up in your &^%$ing canoe?" and "Look, the only way this will ever end is if we get to where we are going. You MUST paddle. Stick the &*^%$ing paddle in the water and PADDLE!" I tried to get the guys to journal their experience
for posterity. I would also make them journal when the screaming and
hitting got to be too much the night before the trip. |