The title today may be weak. Depends on how hip you are to very, very old TV shows.
Either way, Steven’s in trouble. Kara’s in trouble. When you’re in trouble, it’s never good to get separated. So, y’know, they’re in Double Trouble.
“Double Couple Trouble.”
That should be a game show.
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.”
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.
“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.
So, things are piling up for the guys.
Problems with navigation, problems with language, problems with optical acuity… and gastrointestinal integrity. Problems with interpersonal communication and patience…
Nothing a good therapist couldn’t work them through, given a few weeks of sessions and proper insurance.
You know… It’s totally an indicator as to how bad things have gotten when you agree to stuff that would have sounded insane if you had been, say, sitting in your own place all dry and warm and fed and not being stormed upon.
Things have gotten REALLY bad when you start gauging the acceptability of a plan that includes hunkering down under a dead tree and waiting for the end of… the end of… well… anything, really.
Hubris talks to his fur buddies the same way I figure the average person talks to cousins. You like ’em okay, and you don’t get to spend as much time with them as you probably should… but still, you have to be cagey in what you say.
Hubris couldn’t say, “Seriously? You got a tattoo of McDonald’s logo. Yikes, guy. Have you regretted that yet?” That’d be rude. You gotta hang with the cousins for a while before you can just blurt out things like that.
At least, that’s how people used to do it.
Not.
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