Heck no. It wasnít dark and stormy, it was just dark. It was
0600 on Thanksgiving Monday. Another great Gonzo Adventure Club outing. We met
at the Warnica marina. The plan a) for the early birds Ė to paddle to the
Fairbanks Centre and return† or b) for
those whose eyes have never seen the dawn of a new day - to meet us at
Fairbanks Centre† at 0830 and paddle
Of course this necessitated loading a canoe and two kayaks
on the car of the Voice of Reason, so that she could drive to Fairbanks with
Jeff and meet Andrew and Stacy.
0610, we (Viking, Dipper, Goat, Guzzler and the Sun God) set
out down Lake Thomas to the first stop at the Irving in Waverley. It was dark
I mean black but we have done that trip a thousand times. Oh just to add to the
fun it was also misty. Dipper and I only missed the bridge under the BiHi by
about 30 yards. A decision was made to hug the shore so that we would know
where we were at all times. After a short rest waiting for the slower kayakers
and a coffee and a† very fresh hot
cinnamon bun, we were off. Again Dipper and I hugged the shore by the Porta
Bello Rd. so as to know where we were. We could hear the Sun God but could see
nothing. It was daylight and the mist was beautiful but impossible to see through.
We quickly came to realize that the people who lived in those houses on the
water donít expect to see anyone out their windows at that hour. After taking
our 30# kevlar canoe over the portage we went back to help the rest take their
65# kayaks over the same portage. The water was like glass without even a
Two portages later we were finally into Lake Charles. We
meandered down the shore and finally as we got to the other end, we saw the
Voice of Reason and Jeff. It seems that Andrew and Stacy had wanted to have a
quick dip ( I mean dunk) before actually canoeing and found it to be a bit
chilly. Heck it is Thanksgiving in October, I would have thought they would
have known it was cold. They then decided that maybe they would take the car
back to Fall River. No cars at Fairbanks Centre
Oooops It seems that Goat and Guzzler, having just run a
half marathon the day before, thought that maybe they would drive back to the
marina, and get an early start on Normís pizza. Normís pizza you ask? (Oh this
might just require a little explanation. It seems that the fact that the Gonzos
have given cold pizza and warm pop out since the inception of the Fall River
Village Rum Runners† Relay, without nary
a complaint, has not been to the liking of Mr. Stein. He doesnít like pizza and
so left his two extra pizzas for the rest of us to bring home, freeze, and save
for another day.) Oh I digress Anyways, with the look of† sad puppies, poor Guzzler and Goat had to
turn and paddle back.
Well it wasnít really all that bad, by noon we were back to
the marina and up to the house. The Goat was having such a great time by now
that he didnít even take his kayak out on the last portage but just bulled
through it and like a horse heading back to the barn actually raced us there.
Wow hot coffee and nuked pizza (Does it really always taste better when you
know it was someone elseís?) and we were full.
It had to have been one of our better days Ė still water,
mist, nice friends and a fantastic day. What more could you ask for?
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Oh I do think some one has earned a new name in the great
and wonderful Gonzo tradition. How about Flip Chick aka Stacy for someone who
decides that maybe they should upset before they paddle? Of course this comes
at least partly from the Fire Ball/Andrew tradition of NOT PRACTICING but just
jumping into the race.