I always love it when something interesting or unexpected (in a good way) happens. Someone said, "there's a football!" as we were gliding along. So of course, since it was in the river and we couldn't possibly ever know whose it was, we had to try and get it. The current isn't fast, but even so it's very hard to try and get back up stream, especially when you're laughing too hard. We finally got back far enough that the kids climbed up onto a sand bar-y part and then Jake climbed out onto the limbs of a dead tree and got close enough to get the football. Success! The thing is, it was a very nice leather football, so it was important. *Ü* And then we were on our way again. At the more currenty spots Jack and I bickered romantically. There were times I was paddling correctly and other times I would not paddle because he was needing to but he was telling me I needed to, etc. etc. and we laughed but I still had to insist that I didn't mean to be contrary it's just that I knew what I was doing! And then of course as sweet as he is he was also full of compliments and quite impressed as only a husband can be. I said, as if he shouldn't be so surprised, "I watch Survivor." Though, he forgets I am more athletic than he realizes...I am just not generally predisposed to athleticism. The river winds around and around so even though we were so close to our house it took about an hour to get to the place where we crawl back up on land and carry the rafts back to the house. If we start from there and continue down further, we just leave the truck at a bridge further down and that jaunt takes longer. Or you can do it all with a bit of vehicle finagling and that is even better.
Here is what the river looked like yesterday.