All it takes is an adventure on the Oothcalooga

A week ago tomorrow (sunday) Andrea and I went on the adventure of a lifetime. I had asked another faculty member here at GCA if he would let me borrow his canoe to go down the river with Andrea. So on Sun morn he took us to a drop of spot, we ended up in a new drop off but figured it was as good as any. Well, what we thought was part of the river turns out was only a creek that lead into the river. But we were already on it and so we stayed. The creek was very little and so not even 10 yards after we put in we were climbing up a muddy bank to pull our canoe up and around a big tree blockade. We ended up having to get out and drag the canoe two separate time while we had to maneuver the canoe around trees and over logs several times. So after an hour of adventure and work we came out to the river, the mighty Oothcalooga as we called it. Then it was another hour before we even got to the bridge we originally were going to put in at. But it was okay. We had no real place we needed to be or any pressing maters at hand. We had the open river, friendship, water and some granola to get us through the day.



We journeyed for 5 hours. It was no work at all, the river was a nice fast pace and we didn't even need to paddle. We sat and shot the breeze, so to speak, for the whole journey. It was nice. We both decided that if we could just do things like this once a week or once a month life would be perfect. An adventure to get muddy on, a bit of hard work, and a good friend to share it with. That's the life.

Nice and muddy, that's the way I like it :o)


A self portrait of Andrea.


Andrea's new toenail polish, she's very green. . .


This was a shot of the memory of our first attempt last fall. The tree on the right is as far as we made it from the bridge before we had to stop so we could re-inflate our raft. It's a long story. . .


This is us at the end of our journey waiting for our pickup :o) Ahh, success.