15 Hours Late

Paddling is one of the best things in my life so sharing that with friends and family in a beautiful location is the ultimate. My buddy from Boston messaged me about returning to a paddling destination we'd visited together six or seven years ago. I jumped on it and pretty soon we had the plan to rendezvous on the river. He flew in with his girlfriend a day before me. Driving down from the Bay Area with a partner, we made a pitstop at McCarren International to pickup my sister and her husband, also flying in from the east. Not untypical, we launched just before dark, paddled about four miles upriver and camped in a wash the first night. Waking early and drinking coffee, we got back on the river and met our friends at the site a mere 15 hours late. Before unpacking boards and gear, we promptly began to celebrate the reunion with drinks in the river!

The next four days was more of the same - celebrating, eating, swimming, hiking, soaking, paddling, laughing, screwing around and just enjoying each others company. Once back to civilization (sadly) we wrapped up with a few extra days on the Vegas strip. After that we happily endured more than a few clean, fun surf sessions with friends in San Diego and a stop in Tahoe to camp with returning burners. Nice fucking trip, eh!