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Rick and I did a Wednesday, 4 o’clock paddle on a little creek very close to our homes. Since it was so close, I had the brilliant idea that we drop the kayaks at the put-in, run my car to the take-out, then dash back to the put-in before somebody stole our yaks. I’m always concerned about losing my car keys while playing in the river, so I threw them on the front seat of Rick’s car saying “they will be safe here.”
Do you need a friggin’ picture?
No, Rick does not drive a locomotive engine, he drives a Jeep.
I called Nanc’ and she drove the three miles from our house to pick up Rick to drive the four miles to get his car in which he brought the keys for my car.
And we got yelled at because we took-out on private property.
1. Tree dumps me in water
2. Get yelled at by property owner
3. Realize I didn’t have keys for my car
Making memories!
