Drunken Kayak Festivus


For many winters, my buddies and I have been meeting around a bonfire to indulge in such activities as the drinking of beer, the telling of lies, the dancing of goat dances, and the celebration of the winter solstice.

We have finally decided to start holding a celebration for the summer solstice as well. The warmer summer weather has enabled us to add an additional piece of foolishness to our collection of stupidity: drunken kayak camping. We paddled, we drank, we carried on…. Then the skies opened up and poured on us all night. My trusty wal-mart tent kept me mostly dry, but I did have a few minor leaks.
Leaky tent
My fortress of solitude

I think it might be time for a new tent. I’m about 6 and a half feet tall and my feet touch the bottom of the tent, then they get wet… sucks.Brandi was unable to attend, but those who had female companionship set up these luxurious harem tents. You can see part of our fleet of kayaks in the background.

Harem tents and a quiver of kayaks
After I woke up and shook the beer fumes out of my head, I pumped the rainwater out of my boat and cruised around the river.
My boat
Waterlogged kayak
I’ll probably have more pictures after people’s hangovers wear off and they upload them to my ftp server.