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.
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?
“Well, I’m back.”
Three guesses as to the name of the book that used that as its final words.
Apologies for the long, long, loooong delay. Life had to be lived, bills had to be paid, work had to get deadlined.
So- anyone remember where we were? It was a dark and stormy night. Something like that. Ryan and his brother Mal, and Mal’s close friend Shelley, are driving to the fishing cabin where they were expected by Ryan’s fishing buddies. Their names, according to the cartoon above, include “Big Ron”. And according to your memories of The Great Stanky Creek Outdoorfest Part 2, the other fisherman would be Duke. He must have been the guy filling out the Stanky Creek paperwork, too, ’cause the name of their team was “Them Duke Boys.” and you can’t trust Duke to fill out paperwork without some antic being perpetrated.
I don’t think I ever wrote that into the cartoons. That’s just background for you. (“Background” means stuff I meant to include in the story, then didn’t have room or inclination for)
Also, if anyone knows how to dig into the Dashboard on these dang websites and get things working correctly, by all means, get in touch and tell me how to fix this one.
The weather is making Hubris’ retirement kinda difficult, isn’t it?
So here he is, squatting in the stormy woods, under a downed tree, with a couple of raccoons that have very cultured opinions about what they expect to find when they reach civilization. It can only get better from here, right?
Right.
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