We've always enjoyed camping, but it used to be an occasional thing. Now that he's
This weekend I'm going rafting with some friends, while Todd kayaks beside us. I may possibly take a duckie (an inflatable kayak that's a lot harder to flip that an actual kayak) down one of the calmer rivers, or try surviving on a Shredder with a trusted friend. We'll see what happens. If I live, I'll blog about it.*
|Every trip, we stop at the Ocoee River, in Tennessee, on our way home.|
|We scramble down the side of the sun-warmed highway to the cool riverside rocks.|
|We crawl alongside the river to find a cozy, shady spot to watch passing rafts and kayaks.|
|Smushing together on a comfy-ish rock, and dangling my feet in the cold water, is my favorite.|
|If I had long arms, I'd take better pictures. Look at the distance he gets!|
You know who you are, and I'll let you know, so you can pack.
*See that healthy amount of fear?