The Wonderful Trip

Hello everybody! I tried to Audio blog but it wouldn’t let me. It said it would give me a tone to start, but never did. After a five second pause, I just started talking and had said about one sentence when it said “press 1 to post, 2 to review, 3 to rerecord.” So there went that.

I just got back from a canoe trip to Arkansas with my youth group. Man! We had an awesome time. I do have several wounds, the worst being an awful bruise on my knee, but it was worth the dreadful price. Other wounds include a gash on my knee, right below the bruise, effects of having to jump out of the canoe and push us through the shallows, a scratch on my face from brushing a tree as we scooted under, a fat lip from when I was cooking and a Dutch oven fell on me, and an infected splinter from where I tried to catch a log that was being thrown at me! Not to mention that my back and thighs are sunburned. No matter what I do, those sorry UV rays always win!

I’ve been four times and every time we go we stop at this huge rock and jump off into the water. And every year Mr. Woodard inadvertantly loses something. One year it was his pocketknife, another year it was his glasses, and somehow he always finds it. Don’t ask me how.

Well, not to break the trend or anything, this year he lost the worst thing of all and he almost didn’t find it again, heaven only knows how he did. He came up out of the water and was like “My wedding ring! It’s gone! Ruby will murder me!” All in all it was a great trip. The weather was beautiful! Couldn’t have been better if we had special ordered it from God himself. The fun part, of course, was camping on the riverside. I suppose that even after all those years, I still don’t know where to pitch a tent, because the tent I shared with a friend somehow ended up partly in the water. We were very wet.

We didn’t ever sink to the level of total embarrasment by tumping over…Well, alright, so we did kind of hit a tree…and my partner may of fallen out of the boat…But that doesn’t count because my partner was the only one of us who fell in so it was only half tumping over. There’s a difference.

The worst part was the ride up and back. It was a seven and a half hour trip to the hotel where we slept the first night, and tempers were running short. It could have possibly been due to the fact that there were sixteen of us in a fifteen person van. I dunno, I’ve been wrong before. So, we made it back Sunday evening, alive and well (against all odds) and sporting only minor injuries. No broken bones, unlike last year, when a mis-aimed jump off of the river bank resulted in a broken leg and a partial halt to the trip. Back to school, now, and ready to face a new challenge. To infinity and beyond! Over and out.