As one who spends entirely too much time on the Craigslist bicycle listings, I cannot help but make these observations:  Your bicycle is for sale, not for sell.  You put it on craigslist to sell it, not to sale it.  There are more pressing problems in the world, I’ll grant you, but I can’t think of any I come across with a greater frequency.  Sometimes I think people add one or the other phrase to their posts just to irk me.

Not much to go on from that weekend.  Friday was without a doubt the highlight.  We met up with the Martin’s and headed out to the Royal’s home opener around noon.  It turned out to be quite a nice afternoon, at least as far as the weather was concerned.  We cooked up some italian sausages and sat around enjoying the sun for a while, then headed in to the ball park in time for all the pre-game ceremonies.  We had some great seats;  About 10 rows off the field just to the left of home plate.  I s’pose we had as much fun as you can have, considering the results of the game.  After that, we headed home and grilled up some chicken for dinner.

Saturday Donette got up and headed to the Rock The Parkway 1/2-marathon.  She was supposed to be running, but she’s been on the DL for several weeks with a bum ankle so she just went and helped out with the event.  Teagan and I walked over a bit later and watched most of the race;  Oddly entertaining.  After that I don’t recall that we did anything of any interest what-so-ever.  Watched the Royals get drubbed again, and maybe a few bad movies.

Sunday shaped up remarkably similar to Saturday.  Went and hung out at the gym for a few hours and that was about the extent of it.  I rolled down to the Brooksider to watch the Royals, mostly out of sheer boredom.  Turned out to be a rather nice afternoon to sit outside and watch them take their daily beating.  That killed most of the afternoon, then a band came in and ruined the day.  A band???  On the patio????  Come on.  So, I headed back home to some delicious homemade reuben sandwiches and more foreign-language movies.  Whew.  Lame weekend.  I’m getting bored just typing this.

Another successful float, in the books.  Yeah, we got rained on a bit, but after the monsoon conditions we’ve endured the last few years nobody was complaining.  (Actually everybody was complaining, just not about the weather for once.)  The trip started on Wednesday evening, when I met up with Munkirs & Bruce out in Grandview.  We consolidated vehicles and started the arduous trek southeast, finally getting there some five hours later.  When we arrived we found a pretty sizable crowd already on site.  We quickly located our sect by the rather hulking presence of Zim’s brand spanking new motor home, and commenced to campin’.

Thursday morning I peeled my carcass off Zim’s floor, stepped over a few still-inert bodies, and walked out the door to find a beautiful morning waiting.  It was an easy decision to get on the river this day, certainly couldn’t pass up the weather.  (Turned out we were at least partially duped, as it rained on us a bit;  Not bad though.)  We enjoyed some breakfast sandwiches and got on the river at the crack of noon with a small four-canoe barge.  We floated from camp down to Dawt Mill that day, which was about the right length, especially considering our late start.  Highlights of the trip included seeing some bald eagles, and the “river dog” story.  To summarize the River Dog tale:  We’re merrily floating along, maybe half-way downstream, and we come up on another large bunch of our group.  They’re taking a break over on the bank, and there’s this brown dog running around with them.  The dog sees our barge and immediately dives in the river, swims over to us, and starts circling our canoes.  The other group starts laughing at us, and saying “He’s yours now!”  Hmmmm, what’s that mean?  I kid you not, that dog swam with us for at least two miles, until we finally hauled him in a canoe.  Turned out he’d been swimming with the other guys for quite a while too.  (And we quickly figured out why they wanted to get rid of him;  He’d been skunked pretty good.)  So, end of story, we took him back to camp and a few guys drove him back up river looking for his home.  A few campground owners said he was a stray that had been hanging around for a few months.  He was a good dog, (Aussie maybe?) and one of the guys ended up taking him home.  After all that excitement, we settled in for a tasty chicken dinner and called it a day.

Friday we got around a little earlier, as we were planning to head up to Hammond Camp and float back down.  It’s two miles longer than the trip down to Dawt, so we have to plan for, ohhhhh, about an extra three hours.  The weather was top-notch again, and quite a few guys turned out for the trip.  Munkirs and I quickly settled in the center of a good sized barge, with a generous five-canoe buffer on either side of us.  For those not familiar with the fine art of barge-canoeing, this is generally recognized as the safest place to be.  You really can’t effectively “steer” eleven canoes lashed together, so they sort of pinwheel down the river, and the canoes closest to the outside tend to absorb the most punishment.  What we hadn’t planned on was being tied up next to Todd and Bruce.  It’s a tight race as to which one of them has the worst luck in a canoe;  Suffice to say I don’t believe either of them has ever stayed dry an entire trip down the river, and there is usually a lot of collateral damage involved with their mishaps.  (Whose bright idea was it to throw them in a canoe together anyway???)  Sure enough, not too far down the river, they hit a rock full on and punched a 12″ hole in the bottom on their canoe.  Good grief.  On one hand, one could term that sheer bad luck.  On the other hand, why is it always the same guys?  I’m suspicious.  With their vessel out of commission, we agreed to haul Todd the rest of the way down the river.  Well, maybe “agreed” isn’t the right word;  He wedged his boots into the side of our canoe and we couldn’t pry him out.  After all the shuffling and re-barging, we ended up on the very outside position, doomed to an afternoon of getting slammed off rocks and trees.  Further proof that no good deed goes unpunished.  The rest of the trip was blissfully uneventful though, if a bit painful.  I snapped a few pics of our day Friday, and even got them posted already.

We got back to KC on Saturday afternoon, and I spent the rest of the weekend nursing my various wounds.  For Easter, we met up with both our families at The Well for a very passable brunch.  After a weekend of camping, a big meal was just what I needed.

Wow is it Wednesday already?  It still seems like Monday to me if that makes any difference.  So, in my head, I’m right on time.  Not that I have any news anyway.  I’ve certainly flushed the memory of the weekend from my mind, so that’s not an option.  The last few days I’ve been getting ready for my big annual Float Trip, as you may have noticed from the counter on the main page of this site.  As I type, it reads 15 hours from now, which is not entirely accurate.  I will be on site, all going well, in more like ten hours.  (Not that all has ever gone well, as far back as I can remember.  Every year brings renewed hope though.)  Naturally rain is in the forecast, right on cue.  Gee I can hardly wait.  The last two years have been total mud-fests, I’m not sure I can stand another one.  Then again, once you get there you don’t have many other options so we are effectively stuck with whatever comes.  And we’ll LIKE it.

They are coming fast and furious this week.  I finally have a “smart phone” after a decade using a flip-phone.  I’m SOMEBODY now!!!  Oh by the way I don’t have any phone numbers, don’t be offended if I don’t answer your call.