The last few weeks have drained my writing creativity, so I have turned to the visual arts to share some candids of days on my beloved Guad.
Last week, friend and guide Chris Johnson and I ventured out for a float down the river. It was a great time, and as most memorable times in the outdoors are, there was the occasional character building moment.
Suffice it to say that it is indeed possible to fall out of a raft, though it takes considerable grace and skill to do so without losing one's hat,sunglasses, or sense of humor. Additionally, borrowed waders never leak in the foot, but at the crotch, and then only if the water temperature is around 52F.
Fish were caught, memories made, and awe of God's creation was renewed. All in all, a success story in my book.