Yesterday we did an 8-mile float trip. The canoe outfitter said it would take 3 to 3.5 hours. It took 6. The river was completely flat, if we weren't rowing we weren't moving. And then the wind started blowing upstream. So if we weren't rowing, we were moving backward. So we were pretty much rowing the entire time. DH in one canoe, me in the other. We did not pack enough water and all thought we were going to die by the time it was over. (I don't know how we managed that, we usually pack way more than we need.) And SS and I passed right by two enormous floating turtle corpses that have left us both scarred for life--and me wondering what the heck is going on that is killing the turtles. We also rescued a two-foot catfish that had been caught in a line hanging from a tree with no fisherman in sight. We fish, but leaving an unattended line with a fish struggling for hours just seems inhumane to me. So we cut it free.
We finished out our day by catching a double feature of the newest Shrek and Toy Story movies at the drive-in theater. The weather was perfect and it was a nice way to finish out our day, but boy were we pooped. The movies didn't end until after midnight and we still had a 1.5 hour drive home. It was two before we finally made it to bed. We are never, ever out that late. I'm usually dragging well before midnight.
Today I don't think there is a part of my body that doesn't hurt. And I have random sunburned areas, where I missed putting sunscreen. Like my cleavage and the top of one foot and my ears. Nothing says fun like sunburned cleavage.