Welcome to our West Virginia, whitewater rafting, camping vacation! Hold the banjo jokes, please.
First of all, (I should just get this out of the way), the whole thing was amazing. A.MA.ZING. We went to the Gauley River. Google it. Well, here, I did it for you. It's big. Like, Class V, people die here, big.
I think it's time the blogging buddies met the BETTER HALF! This is Jamie. Fuzzy-Jamie, in this picture. Cute, ain't he?
This is our friend, Stephen. "He is our guide and friend." Sorry, couldn't resist. But, really, he is our guide. And, um, friend.
This is my, "I might die soon, but I will still smile for your camera," smile. In front of me is Other Stephen, AKA Bach, sounds like, "batch." Jamie is the red helmet. Behind Jamie is Dawn, Guide Stephen's girlfriend.
This is Pillow Rock. See that kayak on the right? There is another kayak beside him. (UPRIGHT! UNDER WATER!) It's big.
We are scouting the rapid before we run it. Hey! Can you guess who fell out of the raft?
Finally, at river's end...Whew! Still alive.
Then the five of us did normal weekend things, like... picked up a hitchhiker, went for a drive with three Italian Greyhounds, and had a little party with Sol Driven Train.
(This vacation was brought to you by the local family babysitters, who can never be thanked enough.)