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?