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.
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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.
Lee has some entertaining notions about economics.
Possibly, his notions are less entertaining that other people’s here and there. It remains to be seen.
“Couponomics” we’ll call it. And Lee will be the originator, the tip of the spear, the goad that drives…
No. Lee’s a cheapskate. It’s simple, and entertaining. But not if he owes you money.
Don’t make David cause a scene by bringing Wilma in to cause a scene.
You’d think the desk lady would know that.
Any time you say stuff like, “I’m’a let her off the leash if you don’t do what I, by which I mean she, wants most right this second! Bow to my (her) wishes so that neither of us has to make you face her wrath!” then you know things have gotten thick.
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.
Outhouses. You know ’em. You love to hate ’em.
Stinging insects love to build nests in there… ya don’t always see ’em but you know they’re there.
Ew.
Meet Finn and Sawyer.
They run a business. A rafting business. There’s a narrow window when their business does well. Spring and early Fall are good. Summer is pretty good. Winter… well, you better have some money saved up before Winter arrives is all. Rain is okay in Summer, if it’s not too crazy. Rain in Fall is bad, usually. Rain in the Spring is a toss-up… depends on how bad everyone’s cabin fever has been over the Winter, y’know?
But constant rainstorms with lightning and hail and dark and flooding and the dam releasing tons of water per second, and bad stuff… That’s just horrible for business.
Another thing they have to worry about is locals who can just jump in the river South of the dam any time they feel like it. Once, the local high school football heroes took out one their father’s inflatable raft in flood stage water. These are guys who don’t know how to guide rafts and, like a lot of people, never took the time to do the things that drive local tourism. So- five kids who figured they’d be good at rafting because they LIVED there, after all, jumped into a flooded river without knowing to stay IN the surging, crashing, scary mid-stream. They stayed in the trees, thinking that’d be safer or better or more adventurous or something. We’ll never know what they were thinking, sadly.
The local community saw Finn and Sawyer’s rafting company as being to blame, of course. Darn idiots profiting on dangerous nonsense, plus it cost the town their most promising young ones …”and the playoffs, for sure.” as reportedly said by one local alderman, now rarely mentioned in polite company.
So when Finn and Sawyer decide to close for the day, well, that day’s kind of a disaster for them, y’know? Disaster.
Ron and Duke don’t seem to be the sorta fellas who are gonna let a good fishing trip plan roll over and kick its li’l feet in the air and expire.
Of course, they DO seem to be the sorta fellas who you read about in the paper- all about how they went on a fishing trip and drowned under odd, but not controversial, circumstances. And possibly rolled over and kicked their size 13s in the air as they expired.
Don’t nobody make a “Hey, Y’all, Watch this…” joke now, you hear?
