Rollin' down the river...
Jake and I took off over the holiday weekend, to float in a tube, bask in the sun, and kick back a cold one, or two.
It was a rather uneventful trip. Aside from the high speed police chase, the run in with a giant, burly ogre of a man at the tent space next to ours, nearly drowning from exhaustion while swimming down river, against the up-river current of the wind, all the while hauling the drunken members of our party, and embarrassing myself in front of Skip Ballard, the cussin-est man in South Texas.
Yeah...other than all that...it was a dull weekend.
And I can only hope that the rest of the summer can measure up to the kick-ass beginning of it!