Yes I enjoyed reading your pain-filled saga. No, I don’t know how you remembered all the details while you experienced them while exhausted, dirty and sleep-deprived. And, many kudos for an outstanding write-up, completing an awful ride, and surviving to ride another day.
BTW, my wife is enjoying reading your writing immensely.
What a great dark comedy! You meant the story to be understood that way, right? Can’t wait for the next story. May I suggest you guys build your own kayaks from popsicle sticks and paddle the full length of the Ohio river in like 2 days!
Entertaining read, Dillion! Reading the reporting of your adventure takes me back to my youth. During my life I have almost always been a willing companion to any adventure a friend would suggest. Motorcycling across America, expedition canoeing of Michigan rivers and Canada, kayaking on Lake Erie or Georgian Bay (frequently with Nelson), biking the GAP and C&O and many more. I'm older now and my trips are planned with the benefit of my experience and learned caution. I still have great trips that I enjoy immensely but the adrenaline level is very much reduced. Reading your trip accounts take me back to the days when my adventures usually included a scene where me and my companion(s) would look at each other and say "how the hell did we get in this situation and what do we do now?" Good memories and when I read some of the situations you were in on your trip, I laugh and remember when I was in a similar situation. Thanks!
Great images emerged from your writing, Dillon. Your trip carried elements of despair, discomfort and delight throughout the journey. Your mention of misdirections near Bolivar reminds me of going whitewater rafting in Ohiopyle, PA, before smart navigation systems. We asked two senior gents sitting on a curb how to get to our outfitter. They said, "go down two blocks and turn to your left." As we pulled away, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw them slapping their thighs while laughing their heads off, so I went down two blocks and turned right. We found our outfitter.
Yes I enjoyed reading your pain-filled saga. No, I don’t know how you remembered all the details while you experienced them while exhausted, dirty and sleep-deprived. And, many kudos for an outstanding write-up, completing an awful ride, and surviving to ride another day.
BTW, my wife is enjoying reading your writing immensely.
Thank you for the compliments, David.
Hmmm…thinking the “the many adventures of Wolford and Carr” has a nice ring to it. Subtitled…no boredom here. Glad you shared the memories.
Or “the many misadventures”
Adventures none the less!
What a great dark comedy! You meant the story to be understood that way, right? Can’t wait for the next story. May I suggest you guys build your own kayaks from popsicle sticks and paddle the full length of the Ohio river in like 2 days!
Yep! Can’t take ourselves too seriously. And yeah, popsicle stick kayaks would be great fun.
Entertaining read, Dillion! Reading the reporting of your adventure takes me back to my youth. During my life I have almost always been a willing companion to any adventure a friend would suggest. Motorcycling across America, expedition canoeing of Michigan rivers and Canada, kayaking on Lake Erie or Georgian Bay (frequently with Nelson), biking the GAP and C&O and many more. I'm older now and my trips are planned with the benefit of my experience and learned caution. I still have great trips that I enjoy immensely but the adrenaline level is very much reduced. Reading your trip accounts take me back to the days when my adventures usually included a scene where me and my companion(s) would look at each other and say "how the hell did we get in this situation and what do we do now?" Good memories and when I read some of the situations you were in on your trip, I laugh and remember when I was in a similar situation. Thanks!
What a journey! Thanks for the read.
Great images emerged from your writing, Dillon. Your trip carried elements of despair, discomfort and delight throughout the journey. Your mention of misdirections near Bolivar reminds me of going whitewater rafting in Ohiopyle, PA, before smart navigation systems. We asked two senior gents sitting on a curb how to get to our outfitter. They said, "go down two blocks and turn to your left." As we pulled away, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw them slapping their thighs while laughing their heads off, so I went down two blocks and turned right. We found our outfitter.
Ha, that’s great. Very wise of you.
The local natives are occasionally friendly— but a few begrudge the “tourists,” even though a large part of their economy depends on tourism.
Oh, and I loved the “battered battle in the saddle.” Ha!
Impressive undertaking. Thanks for sharing. I loved the images, e.g. rocks as giant’s shoulders. I’ll read anything you write. Welcome back.
Such a big compliment — thank you!
Awesome storytelling! I felt like I was along for the ride and know that if I take on this journey, I will allow at least 6 days! 😂