Yesterday I paddled fifteen miles of the mighty Mississippi with old canoeing pals A and N, as part of N's mom's six-week trip. It was just like old times - the big, wide river spread out before us, cracking jokes and paddling gondola-style, pee breaks on the sandbars, munching gorp and passing around the Nalgene... Reliving the glory days of our own six-week trip in the Canadian wild and catching up. It was as if the eight years hadn't gone by.
We discussed the possibility and then the details of the ten-year reunion trip. What would it be like for the five of us pile into our canoes again and set off into the wild? Could we handle sleeping spoon-style in the Eureka every night? Wouldn't we miss our significant others too much? We'd have to be committed - and fit - and crazy -to pull it off.
Pissed list: NO-AD gel sunscreen (leaves a sticky film that won't rinse away). Dehydration headaches (I can hit my own head with a brick, thank you very much).
Glenda the good list: Husband (won major points serving as car relay lackey yesterday. All the work, none of the fun). Indian food (mmm - and with water a handy cure for the headache).
Drinking: small pot of Good Earth original caffeine-free. Quote: The tribute to learning is teaching - Wise Saying from the Orient. Eating: Will Steger's gorp - from the North Pole to my mouth!
