An eddy stop for beer undiluted by the San Juan River water.  Tans are looking mighty farmer-esque.


Just an excerpt from the highly anticipated day.  Mike began with a home built raft constructed by Mike, Scott and Tom.  I watched as it exploded in the first mild rapid, and paddled aggressively toward a slightly panicking Tom, who claimed to know not how to swim.  We all unwrapped the various tie-downs, ropes, OSB, Gatorade (yuk — I had thought I rescued a concoction of spirits brewed up by Eric, but alas…) — and still, we all survived.


Yes, the aforementioned anticipation.


Who knows where the time goes?

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