Day 8

We had to get up and move the trailer to a different site.  We had to piece together our camping reservation as the holidays had the campground at capacity.  We found our new spot and quickly packed up the trailer and moved it down .  We had a whitewater rafting trip planned and we had time to burn.  We headed down for one last round of fishing.  Harris caught one fish before we called it quits.
We headed into town to the outfitter.  We lined up with a group of people waiting to meet our guides.  They arrived in a old school busses that were painted white and towing trailers stacked high with rafts.  The guides seemed to be a rag tag band of college aged kids, many of them long haired and dirty in thee way that young hippie types are.  They told many corny jokes, but these seemed to entertain the younger patrons greatly.  We entered the river on the North side of town.  The float was relaxed and had just enough rapids at parts to keep the children entertained.  They were all smiles.  The older ones took turns setting on the front of the raft and jumping into the water.  At the end Nate was crying because he didn't want the trip to end.
We left from there and visited with my old buddy from residency.  It is always good to see them.  They also had several friends over and we enjoyed chatting and eating a good meal.  The kids had a blast as there were a whole herd of children running and playing. As usual, as the evening wore on and the children tired, the bickering increased.  We headed back to the campsite, our bellies full.  Tomorrow begins the long journey home.