The Gov's journal entry from last year's trip read, "what a horrible weather trip, I am beaten down by it all, I don't know if I can ever go back."
Oh my, how time heals all wounds! I'm not sure the exact date, but boredom and "real" life set in upon us and we immediately began to plan our next AK trip. We now stand on the precipice of that trip. Back to the "mother" river, the one that started it all. The one river that about killed us. The one where we cried (Gov did, not us) for the warmth of home and dry waders.
That was then and this is now. We have come miles in the last 5 years. Day and night, use any metaphor you want, we have entered Vol. 3 and are ready to embrace this river again. Doesn't hurt that the weather forecast reads like San Diego. I'd wish you all a good night, but I know three adventurers that will not be sleeping much tonight.. may as well be crashing on the floor of the "Ted Stevens International Airport, Welcome, the current time is 3:30 a.m., this is a non-smoking facility"..................
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Hold the bat phone there Robbin! I have indisputable video evidence of one Juan Pablo crying about being cold and wet, muttering that his butt hairs were frozen. Funny cause as you watch tape you realize that weather was mild, we just weren't prepared.
Any who, this years trip is once again the evidence of hope over experience. Well actually our experience has been pretty darn good. Yipee kiyaaaaah you lower 48ers, the unguided are heading north, Mecca calls! PEACE OUT!
Oh, and that's not what my journal says. I'm never beat down!
You were beat like a horse! I seen it!
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