Wow! I did two weeks in little 5 person rafts down the Colorado but it was nothing like this. I'll pass thank you. You are welcome to come visit during next years epic journey. 😉
Just goes to show, you have so much more to teach this girl! Thanks for keeping us alive! And you're responsible if the sons drag us to the Bad Land part
Great story. We've been all over the Badlands around Death Valley and the Mojave Desert, and the experiences couldn't have been any more different from yours (all that water), but we still recall both your joy and pain. Too many people , especially urbanites like us, never get close enough to the edges of life to comprehend, much less experience, the dimensions of the planet. Loved your cabin story--we've found many an old miner's cabin left as though the owner stepped out for vittles and never returned.
I so agree with you. I think everyone should get kicked out into the wilderness. It makes you see and think differently. Just the fact that we were so totally alone--and in many ways alone with ourselves is transforming. My sons look back on that trip as one of the most formative experiences ion their lives--just to get them out of Brooklyn and in such a spectacular way was important. And, I have to say, despite hating him for dragging me out the, being on the Missouri made me realize even more what a good decision it was to marry this annoyingly good man.
Thank you--but really, grilled fresh rattlesnake and biscuits served outdoors at 7 am can't be beat (and you know there were other snakes around looking on, so there's that)
Can not make this stuff up! I'm not sure I've recovered yet but at least I survived, the marriage survived, the kids want to do it again
“Another day on the fucking river” 🤣 This is so great, Pat!
Thanks, Jolene. That means a lot!
If only I had an adventure to share! But I did enjoy your adventure!
You can come next time!
Wow! I did two weeks in little 5 person rafts down the Colorado but it was nothing like this. I'll pass thank you. You are welcome to come visit during next years epic journey. 😉
I am there!
Fun times, Pat! Thanks for the memories!
But I must tell you my hand gun was a .357, not a .38. LOL Signed, the Cook
Just goes to show, you have so much more to teach this girl! Thanks for keeping us alive! And you're responsible if the sons drag us to the Bad Land part
But your side arm did sport a beautiful pearl handle, if I recall.
I absolutely adore reading your writing! Thank you for the read!
ohhhhhhh, thank you! That really means a lot.
Great story. We've been all over the Badlands around Death Valley and the Mojave Desert, and the experiences couldn't have been any more different from yours (all that water), but we still recall both your joy and pain. Too many people , especially urbanites like us, never get close enough to the edges of life to comprehend, much less experience, the dimensions of the planet. Loved your cabin story--we've found many an old miner's cabin left as though the owner stepped out for vittles and never returned.
I so agree with you. I think everyone should get kicked out into the wilderness. It makes you see and think differently. Just the fact that we were so totally alone--and in many ways alone with ourselves is transforming. My sons look back on that trip as one of the most formative experiences ion their lives--just to get them out of Brooklyn and in such a spectacular way was important. And, I have to say, despite hating him for dragging me out the, being on the Missouri made me realize even more what a good decision it was to marry this annoyingly good man.
Best story.
I can't stop laughing. I can visualize everything you wrote. I have been in a Lara Croft situation before and feel your pain. lol. Thank you.
Lara Croft! I wish!
You want to come next time? Seems this has got the same people heartedly suggesting they want to go out again. I may need a shoulder to cry on.
Thank you! Just took 3 days, 11 hours each and 3 nights wondering why I try to be a writer--think the Missouri sun burned out my brain
Thank you--but really, grilled fresh rattlesnake and biscuits served outdoors at 7 am can't be beat (and you know there were other snakes around looking on, so there's that)