Vacation is finally here
sisters' house, Matt, a friend of family, and I are polishing off the second pot of coffee.
Tomorrow a group of 14 super close friends and family will embark on major canyon tours. I'm not sure where, I'm just following this flock. With. Abandon. Glee.
I've been issued a bike, the make or condition unknown.
matt what canyon are we riding up?
...Matt...
see, I have no idea (matt's just gone to pack something, or something)
After biking the canyon, which is maybe glenwood or moab, see, no clue. It's some dusty western slope trek sure to kick my ass. We'll sleep in comfy clean hotels, then pack our dry bags and motor to canyon two. Canoe down the green river. A thirty mile stretch of calm silty water just before the mighty Colorado river, a la Lake Powell. The trip is four days.
mom: I've got 2 cases of beer, wine and Betty's requested her favorite, Marguritas. (Betty doesn't drink)
me: Scott's promised to tie a pony keg to the back of the Sams canoe
mom: perfect an anchor.
matt: Wednesday for supper, bring some fashionable river wear.
me: I am the vogue green river limpet.
I've seen the photos of these kinds of trips. My parents boat glides the surface with about 4 inches to spare before the river takes the boat. The term loaded to the hilt probably has some aquatic standards which recreational users abuse due to ignorance. "Just don't rock the boat" I can hear my dad caution my Hydrophobic mom. The gear will include. air mattresses, six camp chairs, 3 stoves, a porta potty, a cooler, which is sealed and numbered for the day of opening, another science of camping. tents etc. My father's telescope may be included.