For Memorial Day weekend this year, we floated on the Buffalo River. This would be the first time we had heard "canoeing" referred to as "floating", and also the first time we agreed to canoe without first knowing the distance ahead of time. We "floated" (paddled and tried not to flip) 20 miles in two days, with a break of camping on rocks in between. Turns out, east nowhere Arkansas is gorgeous, and we didn't hear a single banjo. We put in at Hasty, Arkansas in the afternoon on Sunday. About two minutes in to the trip, three of the four canoes flipped, flinging food, drink, and personal items out to be claimed by the river. Thankfully, my eagle scout husband managed to keep his bride out of the water, for which I was extremely grateful. Although the trip began on a down note, our buoyant attitudes insisted on fun being had by all, wet or dry.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Float Trip 2011
For Memorial Day weekend this year, we floated on the Buffalo River. This would be the first time we had heard "canoeing" referred to as "floating", and also the first time we agreed to canoe without first knowing the distance ahead of time. We "floated" (paddled and tried not to flip) 20 miles in two days, with a break of camping on rocks in between. Turns out, east nowhere Arkansas is gorgeous, and we didn't hear a single banjo. We put in at Hasty, Arkansas in the afternoon on Sunday. About two minutes in to the trip, three of the four canoes flipped, flinging food, drink, and personal items out to be claimed by the river. Thankfully, my eagle scout husband managed to keep his bride out of the water, for which I was extremely grateful. Although the trip began on a down note, our buoyant attitudes insisted on fun being had by all, wet or dry.
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