We have returned safe and sound from yet another annual Easter Float Trip.\u00a0 At least I would say we are no less sound than when we left.\u00a0 We headed out Wednesday night and made the five-hour journey to Dora, MO, where Zim graciously housed us in his camper for the evening so we wouldn’t have to struggle with our tent in the dark.<\/p>\n
Thursday we awoke to find possibly the best weather of the weekend;\u00a0 Sunny and 40-ish.\u00a0 We took advantage of this balmy climate and made the relatively short float from camp down to Dawt Mill<\/a>.\u00a0 I think this is becoming everyone’s favorite float anyway;\u00a0 It is shorter than the other options, has some of the best scenery, (including the world famous monkey-deck,) and is generally devoid of river hazards…\u00a0 With the exception of one rogue boulder that nearly de-canoed me.\u00a0 I imagine we made for a rather interesting picture floating down the river in coats, pants and boots, but you gotta do what you gotta do.\u00a0 It was no fashion show.\u00a0 It’s a good thing we didn’t dump, we surely would have either frozen or sunk from all the clothes we were wearing.\u00a0 Luckily it was a nice dry float though, and we returned to camp five hours later to a delicious dinner of fried chicken, mashed ‘taters and slaw.<\/p>\n Friday morning, after much spirited debate, the general consensus was “no float.”\u00a0 It took roughly 2.7 seconds to talk me out of it, but there were a few die-hards who at least professed to wanting some river time.\u00a0 When all was said and done though, only Zim and Chad actually loaded up a canoe and launched.\u00a0 The rest of the group stayed back at camp and huddled around the fire, passing the time with several thousand rounds of cornhole<\/a>.\u00a0 I might take just a moment here to interject that at the end of the day I was the UNDEFEATED CORNHOLE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!\u00a0 Or of Dora at least.\u00a0 Actually there is an asterisk by my title though, as I did not win the championship round against Eisenbarger by two points.\u00a0 I’d given my all at that point and simply didn’t have another throw left in me;\u00a0 I was mentally and physically exhausted.\u00a0 Beside that, it’s probably the only thing I’ve ever won in my life, save the speed-typing contest in Angel Fire;\u00a0 Let me have my moment of glory.<\/p>\n Friday night proved to be the coldest of the trip.\u00a0 While I haven’t been able to research it fully, most in the group generally agreed it was, overall, the coldest trip ever.\u00a0 Granted, you’re taking something of a chance with the weather when you go camping every Easter, but we’ve had glorious weather for the last several years running so we’re a bit spoiled.\u00a0 This year, however, the official low in Dora (the closest town) was 21 degrees.\u00a0 I’d say it qualified as “bitter cold,” and I heard several other descriptive adjectives attached throughout the evening too.\u00a0 There was an extremely short-lived conversation about sticking it out until Sunday, but that idea didn’t get a lot of support.\u00a0 We were low on supplies, frozen, bored, and the firewood was gone.\u00a0 BAIL!!!\u00a0 We pulled into KC later in the afternoon and had a short victory celebration at the Brooksider.\u00a0 (Outside on the deck in the freezing wind, naturally.)\u00a0 When all was said and done though, still a good trip.\u00a0 Hey, at least we didn’t have to make many trips for ice.\u00a0 Always the optimist.<\/p>\n Sunday, after a refreshing 14 hours of sleep, (seriously,) we had Easter dinner at our house.\u00a0 Somehow or another we managed to squeeze a dozen people in the dining room, and had a nice little feast of brisket and ham along with several sides and desserts.\u00a0 Good stuff!!\u00a0 After dinner Todd came over and watched the Sopranos, and that was a weekend.\u00a0 Only 345 days until the next Float Trip, start counting them down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We have returned safe and sound from yet another annual Easter Float Trip.\u00a0 At least I would say we are no less sound than when we left.\u00a0 We headed out Wednesday night and made the five-hour journey to Dora, MO, where Zim graciously housed us in his camper for the evening so we wouldn’t have 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