river water, nude beaches and sparks
it's been a nice few weeks as i got to see some old med school friends (steph, nichole, and youssef), although there was one unintentionally hilarious moment when i tried to play drunken matchmaker. sorry you two. you know who you are. also sorry to andy for not making it up to ec. there was a storm and i would have had to head back the next day so that i wouldn't miss the greatest canoe trip of all time.
a round of applause for danny k for organizing said trip. we set off from just outside a little town called arena and paddled twenty-one miles down the wisconsin river. the canoe rental place was right next to a shooting range, and since we gor there early we were able to listen to sporadic gunfire. always a thrill. eventually everyone arrived and we got ready to leave. there were 13 of us in 6 canoes; rob, nichole and i shared one.
we set off in the light drizzle of a gray morning. shortly thereafter, the sparks began to flow. shortly after that we stopped caring about the rain (which stopped by 30 minutes into the ride). we took several long breaks for food, swimming, et cetera the first of which was directly across from the nude beach at mazomanie. this was completely by accident, i swear. anyway, it was too misty to make out any of the details of the middle-aged naked volleyball enthusiasts on the far shore.
eventually we split up into two flotilla's of three boats each. i was in the fast flotilla with nate, ceci, erin and andy. i think the slow flotilla may have been hindered by big cat's dogged determination and endless efforts to catch a turtle. he failed, but did manage to snag a frog by trip's end so all was well.
we camped on a sandbar called long island where we grilled brats and corn and drank whiskey and pbr. we played some combination of i never and would you rather and learned that if dan was forced to erase one relationship from his mind forever, it wouldn't be libby hoeller. pics below and more at flickr.
we lost bad today in ultimate, i was tossed around like a rag doll by the person i was "guarding".
the fearless crew of boat 97
flotilla of fun
and of course this...
which led to "sparks face"
a round of applause for danny k for organizing said trip. we set off from just outside a little town called arena and paddled twenty-one miles down the wisconsin river. the canoe rental place was right next to a shooting range, and since we gor there early we were able to listen to sporadic gunfire. always a thrill. eventually everyone arrived and we got ready to leave. there were 13 of us in 6 canoes; rob, nichole and i shared one.
we set off in the light drizzle of a gray morning. shortly thereafter, the sparks began to flow. shortly after that we stopped caring about the rain (which stopped by 30 minutes into the ride). we took several long breaks for food, swimming, et cetera the first of which was directly across from the nude beach at mazomanie. this was completely by accident, i swear. anyway, it was too misty to make out any of the details of the middle-aged naked volleyball enthusiasts on the far shore.
eventually we split up into two flotilla's of three boats each. i was in the fast flotilla with nate, ceci, erin and andy. i think the slow flotilla may have been hindered by big cat's dogged determination and endless efforts to catch a turtle. he failed, but did manage to snag a frog by trip's end so all was well.
we camped on a sandbar called long island where we grilled brats and corn and drank whiskey and pbr. we played some combination of i never and would you rather and learned that if dan was forced to erase one relationship from his mind forever, it wouldn't be libby hoeller. pics below and more at flickr.
we lost bad today in ultimate, i was tossed around like a rag doll by the person i was "guarding".
the fearless crew of boat 97
flotilla of fun
and of course this...
which led to "sparks face"