having being led to believe that there was a hole in our water-vessel, ben and i put off going back out onto the river. soon we sacked up and brought it up to the house, tested for leaks, realized we'd been duped, and packed up for the night ahead. bundled up, oars in hand, and a ready spirit, we carried the canoe back down and departed with about 20 minutes to spare until sundown. we cruised upstream for a bit until we came up to an unusually fast section (cause by the lowered water level). accepting the challenge, we paddle as hard as we could, making little progress at a time. eventually we conquered the water and kept on our sojourn north.we both had the destination in mind and knew that it was getting closer. once we arrived, we kicked it on the beach while skipping rocks and picking each others brains. after taking note of the very uncommon echo caused by hitting the side of the canoe, we packed up our stuff, and prepared to let the current take us back home. for those of you who dont know, last night was a full moon, probably the last full moon that wont be unbearably cold to canoe during until spring. it lit up the whole river, every rock, stick, and shore.
when we reached the end of our journey, we stepped out of the canoe and prepared to bring it back home. it's very apparent to us that we aren't experiencing what most freshman get to: night canoeing, our own crib, a little slice of humbolt, and no fucking RAs. man, i love this.
(not my dog, canoe, or river)