Don't you hate it when you are deep in the wilderness, rattled by hours of whitewater, resting on the shore and you look up and see your buddy roll up and he says in a pissed off tone "Hey, why didn't you return my call yesterday? I left you a message!" then stares you down like you just sold his little sister into an underground sex trade network?
|Jared on the Entrance Rapid to the MF Feather|
|Jared on Chunky Monkey, a favorite flavor of the Quincy crew|
|Eddy Mutch in control|
|Diane Gaydos paddling hard in a rapid called "Just Paddle"|
Even in the wilderness you have to call your friends back.