These Five People

These five people decided to go on an overnight canoe trip last weekend.

Phillip (My father-in-law)

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Michael (My Husband)

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Me (My own self)

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Jon (The bro-in-law who keeps things fun)

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And... Isaac (The best 8 year old brother-in-law I could deserve)

Haha. You be the judge of "What I deserve"

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So yes, we packed and started off yehaw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Paddled, fished, laughed and really LIVED! Then, before the dark of night could overtake us, we pulled over on a magical sandbar and killed a few saplings. Add some rope and a tarp... Wahla! You have shelter from the rains that, the weather man swore, was sure to come.

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We built a fire and had a tasty dinner. Then blew up our air mattresses with the handy dandy, battery powered, blower upper thing. Daddy Phillip forgot a decent blanket. Instead, he pulled a space blanket, folded into the size of a wallet, out of his pocket. (See space blanket, above, in top right corner.) We all tried to sleep but only managed to acquire sore abs from laughing so much instead. The hilarity of his snores, crinkles (from the blanket that might as well have been an over sized chip bag), and the one leak in our homemade tent that dripped on that space blanket over and over and over... was a bit to much. And yes, the weather man was right this time. It rained as we finally managed to go to sleep. After all, we were very tired from a day of hard core, playing in the river... Oh, and our air beds were SOOO very cozy! (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZZ)

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We woke up to a beautiful morning and the river, that had gathered the rain, and snuck about 10 feet closer to our tent. After some delicious campfire-grilled, cheese sandwiches and a quick job of packing the canoes we headed off again.

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There were some amazing places to pull over and sight see! We found a fantastic rope swing and had a ball swimming too!

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No one saw Bigfoot but after a careful and tedious search, among the rocks, along the bank of the river, I found this foot print. We can now verify that he exists. He's just not a BIG as they say. You know how people take things and blow them out of proportion. Tall tales would be short, and boring if someone didn't spice them up every once in awhile.

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We did see two bald eagles along the way. One swooped down, close. NO JOKE!!! It was amazing! This is the best shot I could get at it, though.

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Thirteen hours of paddling in all, stretched over two days, from the Narrows of the Harpeth River to the Cumberland. It left us tired on the bank, ready to be picked up and head back home, with a head full of great memories and an even greater love of Gods great American outdoor sanctuary. ;)