A quiet, pleasant paddle down the river? Well maybe not. Wayne set the tone very quickly with a surgical strike. Aubrey may not have been joining us this time; but, he still needed a towel. Yes, the water fights had begun.
Our annual family canoe trip down the Grand, was off and running. It threatened rain; but, never more than that. We paddled from the Main Street Bridge to Glen Morris. Along the way, we had a blast. From water-slides to water fights; from towing to swimming, good fun was had by all.