White and Yellow Water

This past weekend was pretty incredible. Some of the friends from His House up at Ferris invited me to go white what rafting in West Virginia on the New River. So we all drove down on Friday, camped at Songer and rode on Saturday. It was pretty intense. Our guide, Doug, was awesome and knew all the local lore. Pretty intense of 3s, 4s, and 5s. And we're pumped to ride the Gaully in the fall. After our float trip, we hiked up a trail in the canyon and found some sweet cliff faces overlooking the river. Three nameless people decided it was an appropriate time to water the local flora, and did so. Back at camp, we crashed after unsuccesfully trying to start a fire with wet wood. This morning, we got up, packed, and hit the road. With a short stop at Cabella's, we finished our 10 hour trip in Big Rapids. Kevin and I rode it out to Muskegon, then I finished it to Grand Haven, where I am now. After a shower tonight, I'll sleep, then get up in the morning and hammer out the details of a part time job with my boss. More on that later...