See this shady character? This is Klinutus.
You see, Klinutus asked my evil sister to marry him a while back. As it turns out, my evil sister has highly questionable taste in men, and so she said yes.
Since there’s going to be a wedding, there has to be a bachelor party.
My evil sister forbade employment of the traditional bachelor party accouterments, like strippers and whatnot, so we had to make other arrangements.
It was decided that we would undertake an overnight whitewater canoe / camping adventure instead. So, we loaded up our canoes, tents, moonshine, etc. and headed to the north end of the Pine Creek Gorge.
I was still hopeful that someone had secretly arranged for strippers to meet us someplace along the water, so I wore my sexiest outfit.
I was traveling light, since I was in a kayak, but the other six fellows had canoes loaded to the gunwales with camping gear and booze. I sat patiently waiting for them to get everything loaded before we hit the water.
By my estimate, about half of the participants were already thoroughly intoxicated by the time we got underway. The first rapid swamped two of the three canoes.
As the day went on, the paddlers got drunker, and more canoes filled with water. At one point, Klinutus even had to throw a rescue line to retrieve a reveler from a watery tomb.
At long last, we arrived at our campsite for the evening. I was feeling quite smug by this point, because I had managed not to fall out of my boat all day. I waited by the shore for the others to unload their canoes. Then, I popped my skirt, and got out of my kayak, only to find myself swimming in water well over my head. Evidently I was not as close to shore as I thought.
Soggy and cold, we made camp, rigging our tarps with canoe paddles.
We stayed at the Hoffman camping area, which was quite lovely, as it’s only accessible by canoe or bicycle. It’s a nice open field, and we had the whole thing to ourselves.
There’s very little light pollution in this part of the state, and it was a clear night in an open field, so the stars were out in full force. Everyone seemed to enjoy the view.
That is, when they weren’t busy tending to the campfire.
There was much deep and insightful conversation about various and sundry topics around the campfire before everyone went to bed.
The following morning, it took people an astoundingly long time to get back underway. We didn’t launch the boats until almost 11:00.
The water wasn’t nearly as choppy in this section, and we were able to float along and enjoy the scenery for another 10 miles until we got to the take-out.
It was quite a lovely time, even without strippers. Amazingly, nobody drowned, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.
There are a bazillion more pictures here and here, if you want to see more.
5 thoughts on “Klinutus’ Bachelor Party”
For the record, no blushing bride-to-be has ever approved the use of strippers to mark the end of singlehood. As such, I applaud your Clintonian use of lye soap.
Looks like a great time … I loved the pine creek gorge, when I went there!
The last words of a free-man…. I Do.
I heard that the strippers saw your “sexiest outfit” and left. That was probably for the best. Strippers from that area most likely are tobacco chewing, toothless nature women.
And a good time was had by all! Good show old boy!