Labor Day weekend came and went this year with a slight diversion from years past. The past few years we spent the three day weekend hucking it on the Kootenai, but this year was different. The kayak scene in Bozeman was stronger than I had ever seen it in the fall, and people were coming out of the woodwork to try their hand at boating. With the monday previous to the trip being a huge success on the Gallatin with "Marginal Mondays" it only seemed appropriate to skip on the gnar and stick with the groovy. With the horde formed, and Luke at the helm, we convoyed to Jackson Hole for epic play, ferocious drinking, and lots of debachery.
The weekend festivities went down without a hitch... aside from the cops being roused twice for the rave that went down on friday night at the campgrounds, or Casey's face being burnt in a splendid game we lovingly call "Fire Facing", or even the paddle Luke broke when he got a little extra cheese on his taco when he had an extended stay in the Burrito hole. Despite the fact that the river was at a in between level, there was no shortage on fun. The sun was shining, the booze were flowing, and the bigginess was all too present. Needless to say the trip was a perfect way to start the dreaded school year in appropriate river rat fashion.
And how could I forget to mention the female kayaking posse that somehow manifested in Bozeman like a SPD in math class? These ladies were throwing down in style. With a group of girls all in kayaks on the Snake, it was no wonder Bradford couldn't keep his pants on! I salute you ladies for gettin' out there and keepin' it real. Surfin', swimmin', and looking drop dead sexy in neoprene! OW OW!!!
Check out the blog soon for our post on the right side of Mesa Falls!
Check ya later Honkies!
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