Most of you know that I used to have a pet raccoon named Jeff doulnak. But what a lot of you don't know is that a raccoon is invading our camp site as we speak. Erik is in space writing his blog so I had to defend the last of my peanuts. Of which to no prevail. The raccoon is a jag, probably from Cleveland. We got to mile 527.4 and are right outside of markland.
Today was wicked sweet. I saw a boat plane takeoff and land 20 minutes later 100 ft from the boat. I've never seen anything like it. Also we got a lot of it on video along with some other sweet shots you'll see in a few months.
Monday, I forgot to tell you, I found an unopened 25oz bud light in the river. When the river gives things like this you must take advantage. This was similar to today when I dropped my granola in the ohio. I had to eat it, I had no choice, I'm still alive.
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