Franksgiving!
I came back from Franksgiving today. We were going to canoe down some "canoe trail" in southern illinois, but it turned out that they have duck season starting on thanksgiving, so the swamp is not a place you want to be, even/especially if you're a duck.
Instead, we went to old-reliable the Codaway. Rose Brown was there like always to shuttle the car with fantastic stories. We meandered down the river slowley and burned more firewood than I've ever burned in one day. The weather was cold, but the fire and the paddling were warm. We saw very few other human beings, and I was thankful for it all.
Instead, we went to old-reliable the Codaway. Rose Brown was there like always to shuttle the car with fantastic stories. We meandered down the river slowley and burned more firewood than I've ever burned in one day. The weather was cold, but the fire and the paddling were warm. We saw very few other human beings, and I was thankful for it all.