Canoe + Cheese = Good Times

Let me start off by saying it's hotter than a Haitian hostage camp right now. I'll sum this up quickly or else I might suffer a heat stroke right here in my office.

Sunday Klassy Kate, A-Fuzz, and myself decided to go down to Mohican Adventures and rent a canoe for a 7 mile/2 hour tour. It was a pleasant drive, lots of clouds, but we were lucky enough to miss the rain. We paid our fees, used it, grabbed our vests & paddles, and off we went down the river.

Things started off a tad fast, we climbed into our canoe and before we A-Fuzz and myself could coordinate our paddle strokes, we found ourselves traveling sideways down the first bout of rapids. In attempts to turn around, we managed to turn backwards and crash into a downed tree on the side of the river. At this point, I'm in the back laughing while the others are trying to figure out how to get us out safely.

We got wedged under the tree, and all of a sudden the canoe started to fill with water. Me, captain obvious yells, "There's water coming in the boat, we're gonna sink," while still laughing. I then realize my bookbag is behind me and about to float down river, all along holding my camera/cell phone/wallet in a plastic freezer bag. All I could think of was my new cell phone getting shorted out under the water. I grabbed the bag, and at this point we were sinking!!!

Now, I'm not the person to have with you in times of crisis, because all I do is laugh. I am of no assistance what-so-ever!!!! Klassy Kate & A. Fuzz began pushing off the tree to dislodge the canoe, and nearly dislodged A. Fuzz's leg. All the while I'm still laughing. We all jumped out of the canoe, and holy hell, some guy and his kid come crashing down the rapids and nearly smash into us.

We attempted to lift the canoe to get the water out, but it was very difficult seeing that only 2 of the 3 people were able to help. Eventually it worked and we got back on track (mind you, we had been in the canoe for less than 10 minutes). Most of the water was out of the canoe, but Klassy Kate go to enjoy her own person kiddie pool (a.k.a. ass bath) while sitting in the middle of the vessel.

The rest of the trip went smoothly. We enjoyed the scenery as well as the kids screaming, "How many more miles Mom?" as we passed them by. We were all soaked at the end of the trip, climbed into the Jeep, and headed back up to the land of Cleve.

We had to make a pit-stop and Grandpa's Cheese Barn, and yes, grandpa was there, working the cash register. Our free-loading asses didn't buy a damn thing, but we tasted every sample they had out. My personal favorites were the habanero pickles and the cheese w/ cranberries!!!!! YUM.

There you have it bloggers, our trip to Mohican. And if you're all wondering, the zip-lock freezer bag did it's job, and nothing on the inside was wet!!!! Hell to the yeah!!!!

Medusa Jones