There is no doubt that trip was a win, at least most of it. While I hated the drive we did get introduced to some new country and a potential pledge for the hoard. Fire Thighs, Polamalu, or Wine Guy (whatever you want to call him) impressed me with his own brand of river moxie. Great weather on day one made for some amazing miles of new river. The Jackal Odometer has been updated One of the standouts of the trip was the food. My hat goes off to all those that had a hand in camp cooking, food was amazing. I was most impressed with the On-The-Go Jalapeno poppers that came out of the stripper. Second day started with a little cool rain but ended up beautiful. While Scott's cooler didn't fair so well (apologies if anyone else had something stabbed by me, I will rectify it if you let me know) it was an overwhelming success. While I cant remember the context of this picture due to my chronic blackouts, it sums up the way I feel about the Jacks Fork. Like a shirtless Goose and Maverick on the beach volleyball course, Popcorn and the Motorboater delivered.
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