Goooooooooooooooooooooood morning, Locos! So I left Shika’s party (GREAT party, by the way) and after about 100 miles of paddling I realized that was not my kayak and it was not a river. I was paddling a garbage can lid down the street. So I chopped down a tree using my knife and used said knife to hollow it out to make a dugout canoe. Well I was exhausted after that and just a wee bit thirsty. I looked behind the garbage can lid and there was a barrel of Bookers (only half full, though….cleo do you know anything about that??). I drank that down and needed to sleep it off. Woke up and searched for a river. Found it, too. Unfortunately it was the Niagara River. Anyone here ever try to paddle UP Niagara Falls? Not easy to say the least and to top it off I was on the wrong side of the Rockies and had to make my way over the mountains. Want to know what I ran across there? No? Well I’m going to tell you anyway. It was a grizzly and I was in no mood to pussyfoot with him. I picked up a great big rattler and jumped on that grizzly’s back and beat it with the rattler to make him go. I was making great progress when I spied a bunch of guys camping and eating dinner. I pulled up, jumped of the bear, grabbed the coffee pot off the fire and drank it down. They asked if I wanted anything to eat but I said no because there was a mean guy chasing me. You should have seen how fast they broke camp! Anyway, I finally made it home.
February 06, 2015
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