While I'm Right Behind You Thrustin'

You fucking pervert. I bet the only reason you are reading this is because of the title. I bet you were looking for some obscene material to get your jollies off...sorry this is about the River Runners, not some soft, or hard, core porn. However, if one wants to get technical, there has been a lot of sex on the river by various members of the crew...hehe. I really could get into some of the stories, but I don't think that is right for this blog at the moment. I suppose when I get really hard up for material I will throw something in about some of the sexual excursions, but until then all you pervs are going to have to wait. Hold on a minute, someone is going to have to actually read this blog for there to be pervs around, huh, I guess I could write some of those stories. I mean, I will be the only one to read it. It amazes me that out of all the times Ducky and I have but this address on Facebook, no one, and I mean no one has taken the time to come here and read what I have to offer. It dig into someone like a pick-axe being driven into the heart of something so precious to me and those I love. Ok, now I'm rambling about God knows what. I noticed recently when reading some of my last few posts that this blog is not separating my paragraphs. Sorry to all those reading, or not reading, the blog. I am and English teacher for the love of Pete, I know how to write a paragraph and distinguish it from the rest of the paragraphs, so I do apologize, it truly is unintentional. As I was saying yesterday in the blog we plan to make it to the Busti Camp Site for our first evening on the river. It is about fifteen miles and we can do it if we do things right and put the miles on before we hook up. In all truth, six weeks from tonight I hope to be chilling by the fire right now with a frothy one in my hand, some good tunes on the radio and good company to surround myself with. I'm not sure about the other River Runners, but this trip is important to me in more ways than one. The last time we did this run we had some major problems, well not only the group, but myself as well. Something about Highway One has always scared the shit out of me. For some reason those rapids are tougher than the Doons, even thought they are smaller. Highway One has cause me more problems...well I shouldn't just say me, I should say the rest of the crew. A lot of people have had problems, even the General when he lost his paddle and had to use his landing net to get through the rapids. Or the time Grandpa and Ladies Man had an incident. I will write about that story tomorrow or sometime in the near future. There was the crash with Ducky and Beans, the one where Dishman road the cooler down the rapids...wish I could have gotten that on camera. I have gotten hung up a couple of times there, and dumped once really bad, the same year as the fire. I'm also pretty sure Dishman and Digger dumped on her inaugural year of the trip. The one where she was the FNG. If I'm not mistaken, Ducky has had her share of mishaps on the part of the river also, with various people. I think out of all that have gone on the trip, Ducky has had the most partners. I almost think she has canoed with just about everyone that has gone on the trip, except for Em and Mini-Hulk. Well, I suppose there are a few more than that but that is beside the point. Oh, as long as I'm on the subject of records, we are still looking for a Grandma to come on the trip. Haven't had one of those. So like I was saying, if all goes well, then we will make it to Busti, and conquer the stretch of the river that has given us the most heartache along with some killer memories. The next morning, when we wake, stoke the fire and brew that first pot of coffee that wakes the passed out Runners like revely, we will grub out, pack the gear and the empty cans; then we will set out on the mighty Bigfork once again, having only seven miles to go that day. I would like to get on the river that morning, maybe paddle a mile or so and then hook up until we have to separate for the Doons, or maybe to pee. When we get to the Doons, we have a decision to make; actually we should make it before we get there. We need to decide if we are going to stay at the start of the Doons, where we have built a site and camped twice, or if we should stop in the middle and camp on the Fucking Hill. Without the Mule to haul shit means we are going to have to do a whole lot more walking up and down the hill. However, Ducking and Shawn have been really working out, so maybe they will be the ones to do most of the work...lol...one can only wish. Either way, we are going to be crashing at the Doons so I don't care where we stay...as long as we stay. This year I'm going to leave something at the Doons for all the people that make it there during the year to read and sign. I have an extra map of the river in my possession. I'm going to leave it someplace at the camp site on top of the hill, triple bagged, with a black sharpie on in it. I'm going to also leave a letter about who we are and why we do this trip every year. I'm going to ask that the people that read letter sign the map and leave it in the same place I left it so when we return the following year we can collect it and see who has all been there. It is going to take a leap of faith that it will make it 365 days without some fucking asshole burning the SOB like some kind of tool, however, it will be neat if it survives to see who all makes the run every year and if they would be interested in being a River Runner. We are always looking for new recruits. Something else that is going to happen on this trip is that Ducky and I are going to go and dig up our buried bottle of Whiskey. She is going to be going to Ireland this year, on her Honeymoon...I'm so happy and jealous at the same time, however, I want her to bring back a bottle from the Jameson distillery we can bury and enjoy every year until it is gone...Shawn you can join in also if we can call you Spuds. But we are going to go and get the bottle this year, at least dig that fucker up and take a horn. I want to keep it there until it is empty...or until we can no longer do the trip. I would actually like to polish it off when my youngest kid is old enough to take that last horn with me...coming full circle. Speaking of kids, I can't wait until I can pass this tradition along to the fruit of my loins. In all actuality, Wade should be able to go on the trip this year. I took my first ride on the river when I was ten years old, the age Wade is now, but I don't think this is the type of trip for him, not yet anyways. I do want to take my kids on the river, just not through any rapids yet; I'm too scared that they may fall out or something. Nevertheless, I'm going to talk with the General this year and see if he wants to take a trip down the river with Renny and Logan this year. Not through any tough parts of the river, no rapids, but maybe just a trip from the Busti bridge to his land or something. A trip that we can take them on to teach them a little about the river and camping. Two days, two days we are going to be spending at the Doons this year. Besides the map thing I want to do something that is going to leave a lasting impact on the site. We need to do something that is going to make it great...whether he DNR likes it or not. Maybe we should put in some kind of horseshoe pit or something. Leave something there for those that make it to the site to enjoy. I figure if we leave something like that there, people will forever remember The River Runners. I'm not sure what else I want to say for this entry. I pray the weather holds well, a little rain would be ok, however, none would be better. Hell, even if we have rain the whole time, it will be an adventure to remember. It would not be the first time we would have had to deal with rain. Many a trips have had a lot of rain on them, makes things a little soggier, but we get by. Makes the fire that much cozier. The one thing that I really don't want is a lot of heat. There have been a few trips where the sun just beat down on us and almost made it miserable. Tough to get into the party mood when you're hung over and uncomfortably warm. As we draw closer to the launch I will be adding more stuff here. Next I'm going to write about a few of the crashes. Until next time I will remain...Crazy Joe.