It was a blast. I was really glad to see my Grandpa, considering all of his health complications recently. We busted out the cards, butterscotch oatmeal cookies, an explosion in my sinuses... you know. I started takin' shots of Robitussin, and we hit the river on Saturday.
Now, I was thinking about moving the trip back to July. After this weekend, I am so glad that I didn't, because the water was low, low, low. I think we hit every sizable rock in that river. Normally, at this time of year, you'd barely be able to see most of the larger boulders. The rapids would have been more tricky, the current would have been faster, and we wouldn't have had to paddle as much. As it was, we were being blasted with a bitchin' headwind the entire way, and I was damn sore by the end of the day. Regardless, Faith and I didn't tip! Therefore, success! And sore! Still, but God love jugs of ibuprofen, eh? Really though, if I canoe through the summer, my arms would be amazing.
Also, we finally taught Faith euchre! HAH! Got her!