So I mistook Jon's willingness for adventure with his ability to kayak, it turns out that he had never actually been in a kayak before. We put in at 11 PM and were on shore with almost all of our gear by Midnight. The water was breathtaking, in more ways than one. The only stuff lost to the river were my Alaska nalgene, 4 tall boys, 4 Coors light cans and our pride. We only made it about two tenths of a mile before we were forced to set up camp and dry out by the camp fire for the night. The nest morning we got back on the river and we had made it about the same distance before Jon was back in the drink. Once we got all of the water out of his boat we tried again and he made it maybe 20 feet and was in the river again. I realized that he wasn't having a stability problem, it was just that he couldn't keep off the trees. We ended up using some rope to tie his boat to mine and I was able to keep him out of the trees enough that he didn't flip again. We went another 17 miles and cough up to the group of 4 canoes that we were going to finish the trip with. Luckily for us they had already lost one canoe and were drying out their gear. The rest of the trip went rather uneventful and we had a great time. By the end of the weekend we had traveled just over 60 miles. My camera had got some condensation early in the trip so there were just a few pictures taken.
Everything is pretty much wrapped up here at work so Saturday I leave for my trip back to Oklahoma.
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