Clem just isn’t the kinda guy who’s going to let a good speculative comment opportunity pass him by without taking a good swing at it.
We all know someone like that. Or are someone like that, in my case.
Steven, as has been pointed out by several readers, is not Hubris.
Poor Steven. He has common sense… or a least a common person’s sense of peril. He has… hesitancy. I don’t think Hubris hesitates so much. Or that other stuff.
Yeaaaah, if you go all the way back into the archives… Hubris doesn’t have a common person’s sense of peril or hesitancy. I guess that’s what made Kara think Steven was… what? A better choice for a long happy life?
We’ll just mull that over for a bit.
Kara has a point. You gotta have a Lake Superior or something if you want current. Or tides. Or rafts that have come untied and are coming after you.
Buck’s Pass Lake is NOT that kind of lake. Usually. That’s what I heard.
You can hear it, too, but you have to hang out with drunks who are fishing and have been out all day … and came back to shore only ’cause the cooler “Got empty.”
It might be Raleigh or Marco making this leap of deduction. There’s no way to tell if they’re not looking at you, and there’s light reflecting off of Marco’s one or Raleigh’s two eyes. Even then, Raleigh might be winking, and you’d think it was Marco.
Then again, Raleigh might just be saying dumb things with one eye closed so that Hubris thinks Marco is stupid.
Water and Electricity. Normally, not a great combination. I mean, under some circumstances, it could be a disaster.
Like these circumstances right here, I guess.
Skippy is not gonna be able to Cheerful his way out of this one.
I believe Lee’s in a spot of bother. And in his cups. And in for it, soon. And in deep, altogether.
We’ll see how his job works out. Maybe he SHOULD have taken that call from the Dam Inspectors.
Mud. Muddy muddy mud.
Mud goes all the way down, you know. Between the rocks, and in the sand, and past the clay. Mud.
I’ve been on hikes like that. I’d like to think I’d be as calm as Hubris is about it.
When I was kayaking whitewater, there were always stories, especially around Dam-controlled rivers, of people doing dumb things. And making videos of it, usually.
And while I’m certain that Kara’s desire to kayak around hoping to help someone in need is entirely more important to her than getting to paddle that spillway… well, I’m sure there’s SOME tiny, if unconscious, part of her mind that’s telling her that it might be runnable.
Not in a storm at night. Oh nonononononononoooooo, but maybe you could scout it out a little while you were there, y’know, with the excuse that you HAD to be there, ’cause you were, y’know, RESCUING.
Skippy is in trouble. Skippy does not yet know how much trouble he is in.
Skippy will learn. Poor Skippy.
On the other hand, Lee (the Dam Manager) is gonna get hung out to dry like varmint jerky in an Old West mule camp.
But we don’t need to discuss that, do we?
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