You don't need money to be happy.

This weekend was everything I thought it was going to be and more. I get there at 3:30 and pick out probably THE nicest camping spot on the grounds. I put some bluegrass in te cd player of the car and begin to set up camp. I get camp established and walk over to meet my neighbors. Just happened to be a Jerry Garcia look-a-like so I thought I might be in luck. Fifteen minutes went by and he asked me if I would mind if we smoked one....like I WOULD EVER mind. So, he pulls out his stash and packs the bowl, then passes the bud to me to look at....AK-47 will rock your world every time. So I smoked some AK and California Mist and some Sativa strand all weekend, drank like a fish, and had an absolute riot.

The Gauley.

It's just as big as you remember it. The waves were incredible, and I love those holes that your whole raft fits in. It was incredible. We took the express trip and almost missed the bus the mornign of our trip (druga and alcohol don't make a good combination when you have to be up early in the morning, you'd think I learned that lesson enough times in college). But, we made the bus, went down the river, and even got out in time to catch the second half of the Mountaineer game. Turns out, watching that game was scarier that going down the Gauley...I think the good 'ole 'Eers were lookin too far ahead to those Hokies and barely scraped by with a win. But hey, we're still 4-0, and I doubt your team has a record that good, so shut it. Oh yeah, Marshall lost again....I LOVE IT.

Snowshoe gave me a call over the weekend, so I am moving haead with my plans to move there for the Winter/Spring...when the time comes to make the decision I'll prolly go to raft school and get certified to be a rafting guide...then all my education will officially mean nothing...I'll be so happy bein a ski patrol dude in the winter and a raft guide in the summer I'll never look back.


Time to start savin for my cabin in Alaska.