Many good memories made on the river, and one of the best came at a gravel bar during the first day. The Jackal hawk made an appearance and two of the Jackals had a new pair of jorts for the rest of the trip. I have no recollection of many of the events that happened on that gravel bar but thanks to the magic of photography I found out what was taking place. Be sure to check out Zepp performing his tomahawk tricks with tamale wrappers in the photo pages. Day two provided an equally interesting gravel bar with a little different attire to be donned for the remainder of the trip. Both Tom and I ended up wearing beach towel Sarapes, although some contend that Tom's was a bath mat, and Dustin nearly lost his second pair of underwear for the weekend. Much of this was caught on camera but not by me. I hope to acquire all those pictures soon and add them to the photo pages.
Overall what could have been a rough float, with contingency take out points, ended up being a trip for the record books. Neither cold weather or cloudy skies could shake us and all saw it through to the end. One thing is for certain, Flat Creek is the Jackals' river. Each time we float it there are many new experiences, and no two trips are the same. A different take out point shortened the float by a few miles but we still logged 29.4 miles of good times and planted our flag to prove it.
