My parents can count on one hand the times it's gotten above 80 degrees in AK since they moved up there almost twenty years ago, and--lucky us--it was in the mid-eighties the whole week we were on this rafting trip. We seriously couldn't have asked for better weather, and the river was perfect temperature for cooling off with a quick dip.
Anyway, check out the photos!
|Meet 0.5 of the 2.5 places to eat in Glennallen (population: 493 persons): this Thai food truck.|
|Mmmmm. Thai food is delicious. You can tell by the way my eyes are closed in food-induced bliss.|
|The river was totes gorge.|
|I told stories in a writerly fashion around camp while wearing this very fine hat. Actually I didn't, but this photo makes it look like I did. That hat is very fine, though.|
|Our campsites along the river were F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S.|
|The Very Fine Hat makes another appearance, this time enhancing my rowing skills. You can see my brothers agree.|
|The Very Fine Hat strikes again, this time with an accomplice: the Very Fancy Hat.|
|Ah, life on the river. Also, the Very Fine Hat enjoys photobombing.|
|Me taking a break from rowing--not oaring, as I was wont to call it for some reason--probably because, by removing the Very Fine Hat (as seen in the lower left corner), I lost my rowing power.|
|The Very Fancy Hat on a solo op. Also, my wife and brother.|
|The "other raft." Quotation marks intended. Also pictured: Very Dandy Hat, Very Posh Hat, Very Snazzy Hat, and The-Hat-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named.|
|My sister taking a turn at oaring. ROWING. I mean rowing. Also, notice the lethargic state of my brothers (slumped on the bow and stern of the raft, respectively)--that's due to their lack of Hats. obviously.|
|We camped along the river. Twice. (Which further proves that my wife is a total boss, considering she's preggo and all.) Also, if you look closely, you can just barely see the shadow of The-Hat-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named... #ominous|
|'Twas a great trip.|