canoeing
oh, canoeing, how I love thee.
Canoeing at jesse jones park with 10-12 year olds who have no clue what they are doing is actually quite fun and entertaining,
Minus the 103 degree weather, lightning/thunder, unexpected debree piles which are like magnets that your canoe stick too... and other ailments popping up at any given moment.
First of all, I would never swim in the sanjac river if you PAID me. Alright, now that we have THAT out of the way...
I'm sliding my canoe down the 100 ft. vertical incline of sand before the murky dark brown water, and oh look, a friendly little MAN EATING WATERSNAKE SWIMS BY ranger mike tried to assure me that it would NOT slither up my canoe. i did not believe him.
Then, later on, we were somewhat towards the front of the group, when low and behold we get bogged on this friggin monsterous log for like 20 minutes, not exaggerating. I'm like screaming all the sea phrases i know such as 'MAYDAY!' and ... well that's all i really know. So I was screaming 'MAYDAY!' repeatedly while the little campers just stared at me. The group of over-achieving nerd girls were like "OH MY GOSH!! We'RE COMING, DON'T WORRY!" but when they couldn't figure out how to go backwards, that failed. So we had to wait for the last canoe, ranger mike, to push us off. talk about a blow to the self-esteem.
So eventually we see this monster looking thing and i screamed NESSIE THE LOCHNESS MONSTER and the girls in my canoe were pretty shaken up by our encounter. (it was a twig or something).
Once we get to shore, it starts raining for 10 minutes, my luck... of course. So I am sopping wet and sunburned. I KNEW jessie jones was a mistake.
Canoeing at jesse jones park with 10-12 year olds who have no clue what they are doing is actually quite fun and entertaining,
Minus the 103 degree weather, lightning/thunder, unexpected debree piles which are like magnets that your canoe stick too... and other ailments popping up at any given moment.
First of all, I would never swim in the sanjac river if you PAID me. Alright, now that we have THAT out of the way...
I'm sliding my canoe down the 100 ft. vertical incline of sand before the murky dark brown water, and oh look, a friendly little MAN EATING WATERSNAKE SWIMS BY ranger mike tried to assure me that it would NOT slither up my canoe. i did not believe him.
Then, later on, we were somewhat towards the front of the group, when low and behold we get bogged on this friggin monsterous log for like 20 minutes, not exaggerating. I'm like screaming all the sea phrases i know such as 'MAYDAY!' and ... well that's all i really know. So I was screaming 'MAYDAY!' repeatedly while the little campers just stared at me. The group of over-achieving nerd girls were like "OH MY GOSH!! We'RE COMING, DON'T WORRY!" but when they couldn't figure out how to go backwards, that failed. So we had to wait for the last canoe, ranger mike, to push us off. talk about a blow to the self-esteem.
So eventually we see this monster looking thing and i screamed NESSIE THE LOCHNESS MONSTER and the girls in my canoe were pretty shaken up by our encounter. (it was a twig or something).
Once we get to shore, it starts raining for 10 minutes, my luck... of course. So I am sopping wet and sunburned. I KNEW jessie jones was a mistake.