The mighty hoard

I realized that we had not yet posted the ritualistic departure photo yet for Flat Creek 2010. All twelve members, plus the finest k9 specimen a jackal could ask for, are present and wielding beards, machetes, and beers. Always a quality moment in time when you can get a photo of the river hoard together, for there are only two moments when you can gather jackals long and still enough for a photo, and that is at the beginning and the end of their highly anticipated adventure.

For no float trip is ingrained in time without a quality campsite photo, I felt it pertinent to show the campfire smoke billowing in the background, 1.5 inch sirloins grilling in the foreground, and one well behaved Boxer female staying dry on someones sleeping bag. Notice, even in the evening most jackals refuse to wear their shirts. Maybe it is the lava hot campfire stoking in preparation for supper, or maybe its the wild beast within. This campsite near Terd Cliff is a fine representation of the many bad mother gravel bars that Flat Creek has to offer and it is from this site, in probably the most isolated country in Barry county, that asthma boy had to be evacuated on foot. Then there were 11.