yak, yak down the stream

we hit the manistee river with the BOYSSS, the FELLLASSS from high school cross country. Go Chargers. 3 days of kayaking in Michigan, we camped on the riverbeds. This stuff is fun as shit. The second day tho, oh goly, oh geez, there was stretch for about 4 hours of contant kayaking and if you needed to stop for whatever reason, you’d be sent back 2 yards because of the tide. One bit we refer to as “the Ocean”, “T Section”, had the choppiest waters of the whole segment. At the portage Floyd came through with the delivery and I’ve never anticipated a beer more in my life than in those moments.