Somehow everybody decided that we were going to paddle all the way to Mike's house, which is on the river, and ten miles away by car. Cory and I stopped a few times, to look at a big vulture and play with a dead fish floating in the water, and swing from a rope that was tied to a tree over the water. I didn't think we'd make it, but we did, all the way up there. And we tied the boats up and Cory and Mike went and got sandwiches, and we ate on the shore and watched people. And then we started back. Back was the bad part. I could see my legs starting to sunburn, but we had to be so on the ball with watching for wakes and pointing ourselves right that I couldn't put any on my legs until it was too late, and now the burn patterns are weird. My arms were so tired and Mike was way ahead of us and there were lots of boats and jetskis out and horrible stupid people with their loud music and their bikinis and their stupid careless hey-let's-drive-really-close-to-the-cano
By the time we were done and got in Mike's car I could barely move, and I tried to go to bed as soon as we got home but I had horrible knifing stomach pains. They lasted for awhile, but I finally found a way to fall asleep and I did, for like two hours. Now my arms still don't want to do anything, and my legs are burning. It really was fun, honestly. But I completely overdid it and I feel bad that I have so much to do but I don't know if I'll be able to do it.
OK, off we go.