Post river
One of the best parts of the rafting trip was the group of 30 fellas. Perfect size to almost get to know everyone’s name as we randomly filled up boats, left wet butt prints on the bus seats on the way back to camp, and taunting our guides with innuendo over dinner.
I’d be remiss to forget the nurse that tended to a cut on my foot that’d been bothering me.
The evening ended with a flop of folks looking up at the ceiling of a geodesic dome tent listening to music.
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Who’s the really sexy guy with the dark goatee!