Not so good at canoeing

Yesterday I went on my second float trip since I've been back in Missouri. I went with a group of Drury folk from the Foyer, and we had a GREAT time. I did, however, learn that I'm not very good with a canoe - much better with a raft.

I started out in a canoe with this guy Mat, who I hadn't talked to in a long while. We had a great time together, and did more laughing than I think any of the other canoes, but we were pretty incompatible in a boat. In the first hour, we capsized 4 or 5 times (and it was only intentional once). The first time around I was viciously attacked by another guy and jumped out of the canoe to retaliate, dumping Mat out... oops! Then he decided I should pay for it, and we both fell in again. After that we couldn't manage any kind of system for steering and we flew out for a lack of balance, not for any huge rapids. Eventually we decided we might make more progress if we switched canoeing buddies.

At one point we passed a guy who was seriously trying to pick me up on the river. With a mouthful of chewing tobacco and three children in his canoe. Umm...

And when I complimented a drunken fraternity boy on his enormous sunglasses, he rose up out of the water to show me his "euro-shorts." Think slighty longer than a speedo, slightly shorter than "daisy dukes."

I really love rivers, I have decided. I really love water of any sort. It's such a treat for me, having grown up in dry and desolate Kansas.