When Californians say lets "float the river"
When Montanans say lets "float the river"
My new Montana friend Staci grew up in Absarokee, which is such a cute little town, her dad spends all his free time on the river so when she invited me to "float" I was jazzed. I, of course asked 500 dumb questions ranging from sunscreen to drowning and Staci assured me I would be covered on all aspects of the trip. And was she right, they were professionals. Anything you could think of necessary for the river, they had it. Including beer. I was so excited that I didn't have do a darn thing but jump in the boat and give a few "Wahoooooo" yells.
At one point we had a little situation with the weather and had to wait it out under some trees while we got dumped on. Thank goodness Staci's dad is like a walking Swiss army knife and had a bag of rain jackets for such an occasion. With the cloud cover and rain I was getting a wee bit cold, so the jacket and my life vest (that I never took off) kept me nice and toasty.
I also had my first Fireball experience. I never understood the hype over cinnamon whiskey but gosh darn it that stuff is delicious! I'm on the fireball bandwagon now!
I told Staci that I wanted to take pictures and she said she had a water proof camera, well this camera required a genius to oporate the SOB, it had two buttons for about 354 features so and I ended up taking a gazillion photos of my face. Close up. I'll spare you those photos as you can use your imagination at how beautiful I looked. But the rest turned out pretty neat.
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| my attempt at a group shot |
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| why yes, those are crocs...sexy |
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| there were many beautiful ranches along the way |
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| bonding sesh, those that ___ together, stay together |
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| cutting hay |
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| I never know what to do with my hands |
1 comment:
Sweet photos.
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