Friday John and I went canoeing through the backwaters on the St. Croix river. Not something for the faint of heart, we conquered three beaver dams, waded through a lot of ankle-deep, knee-deep and "Oh I can't believe you stepped there and got your pants wet and now it looks like you peed your pants" water. At one point we were in a swampy area and it was so muddy, John told me to stay in the boat and he pulled me through the shallow part--whatta man. I walked through cut grass and have the scars to prove it. But the best part was the fact that the water was flowing against us when we were in the backwater, and when we came back to the main river we were downstream from where we parked, so we acutally went upstream both ways.
You know those stories of walking to school and back home--uphill both ways? There you go. Now I have one of those stories of my own.
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AND you were barefoot, right?
well, part of the time, yeah...
Was is snowing? When you tell the story, it should be snowing.
And Sacajawea had to rescue you. And then you gave her the measles and she died.
That's how you should tell the story.
I never saw you in my area.
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