i don’t want this summer to end. I don’t want to leave this tribe of dirt bags. the tribe of raft guides. we all smell bad, we make fun of each other, we get drunk together and we pick up the pieces of our hang over all over the boat yard. we trade boats and play shitty tricks on each other. then pay in beer to make up for it. and have a good laugh about it.

I’ve only had 1 swimmer this season. and I haven’t swam myself once this year. I’m improving.

we did an R1 mission the other night. it’s amazing how easy it is when you don’t have anyone in your boat.

priceless. priceless memories. priceless life.