Shiver Me Timbers, Matey
No question about it.
My group [me, Lackett, Stumps, Jordan, King, Christoph, Vanni, Micah, and Levi] DOMINATED THE RAPIDS.
Jordan and I headed up the front, with Levi calling out a pace, keeping the rowing synchronized. Our guide Linda called out commands, and our whole group just kicked ass. What's that? Ultimate teamwork? Yeah, we fuckin' rock.
Besides being really well coordinated, and just downright effin' nasty, we were also pirates. Yeah, bitch. PIRATES. When other rafts saw our mighty ship, they turned tail and ran. Of course, their attempts at avoiding boarding, capture, looting, and murder were utterly futile.
Our vicious pirate crew was a force on the water. We cut through the rapids like nobody's business, and there was no one who could outraft us. We rammed ships, and mercilessly soaked them. Women, children... They all fell victim to terrible wetness. Using our pirate helmets, we scooped water to hurl with deadly precision at other terrified rafters. Some say that, even now, when the full moon rises over the Kennebec River, one can hear the echoing screams of those who were unfortunate enough to think they could fuck with us.
Even the mighty Teachers' Raft fell before the fury of the deadly hurricane that was our raft. Oarsman Levi boarded the teacher vessel, and threw its crew into the icy depths of the raging river. The rest of our valiant pirate crew flung water into the crying faces of the teachers. We were deaf to their screams for mercy. We soaked them... We tipped their pathetic scout kayak... We stole their booty... And victory was ours.
The day was won, despite minor casualties on our side. But we are pirates, so we sucked it up and toughed it out. With a "Yeargh, matey," and a wave of my cutlass I shrugged off the grevious wounds I received after being clocked in the face with a paddle. Our whole scurvy crew fought with pirate tenacity, and there was much derring-do.
Because we are pirates, and we do what we want, when we want, we took a swimming break. Then we moved our treasure to a deserted island in the South Pacific.
"Only the devil and I know the wherabouts of my treasure, and the one of us who lives the longest should take it all."
-Edward Teach
More on pirates later.
I don't want to write about the "camping" part of the trip, except to say the following:
-LACKETT
-Bug spray is for pussies
-Rain gear is for pussies
-Ground pads are for pussies
--Paul, scurvy pirate knave, semaphoring the end of this communication
My group [me, Lackett, Stumps, Jordan, King, Christoph, Vanni, Micah, and Levi] DOMINATED THE RAPIDS.
Jordan and I headed up the front, with Levi calling out a pace, keeping the rowing synchronized. Our guide Linda called out commands, and our whole group just kicked ass. What's that? Ultimate teamwork? Yeah, we fuckin' rock.
Besides being really well coordinated, and just downright effin' nasty, we were also pirates. Yeah, bitch. PIRATES. When other rafts saw our mighty ship, they turned tail and ran. Of course, their attempts at avoiding boarding, capture, looting, and murder were utterly futile.
Our vicious pirate crew was a force on the water. We cut through the rapids like nobody's business, and there was no one who could outraft us. We rammed ships, and mercilessly soaked them. Women, children... They all fell victim to terrible wetness. Using our pirate helmets, we scooped water to hurl with deadly precision at other terrified rafters. Some say that, even now, when the full moon rises over the Kennebec River, one can hear the echoing screams of those who were unfortunate enough to think they could fuck with us.
Even the mighty Teachers' Raft fell before the fury of the deadly hurricane that was our raft. Oarsman Levi boarded the teacher vessel, and threw its crew into the icy depths of the raging river. The rest of our valiant pirate crew flung water into the crying faces of the teachers. We were deaf to their screams for mercy. We soaked them... We tipped their pathetic scout kayak... We stole their booty... And victory was ours.
The day was won, despite minor casualties on our side. But we are pirates, so we sucked it up and toughed it out. With a "Yeargh, matey," and a wave of my cutlass I shrugged off the grevious wounds I received after being clocked in the face with a paddle. Our whole scurvy crew fought with pirate tenacity, and there was much derring-do.
Because we are pirates, and we do what we want, when we want, we took a swimming break. Then we moved our treasure to a deserted island in the South Pacific.
"Only the devil and I know the wherabouts of my treasure, and the one of us who lives the longest should take it all."
-Edward Teach
More on pirates later.
I don't want to write about the "camping" part of the trip, except to say the following:
-LACKETT
-Bug spray is for pussies
-Rain gear is for pussies
-Ground pads are for pussies
--Paul, scurvy pirate knave, semaphoring the end of this communication