Few things are better than a lazy afternoon spent paddling downriver in a canoe. The better things require less clothing or more food. Chris kept threatening that his Native American alter ego (post title) might appear - I thought my family was the only one with native ties - but I think it was the fear of mutually assured destruction that prevented an appearance. Next year (or maybe late this season) I need a proper camping weekend revolving around a little boat.
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May have to Tippecanoe next time.
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