Dismal River: A Photo Essay
Since none of us were in good enough shape to try our hand at mountain biking we struck out for Mullen to canoe down a stretch of the Dismal River. Since I'm posting this you know I survived, but we weren't so sure about Josh for a little while.
"The last part of the path is a little....uh..." "Steep?" "Yes, steep that describes it."
Somewhere in the distance a banjo is playing.
We ran into a little bit of trouble, but we managed to catch a nice minnow in our canoe.
Home stretch.
We're still alive!
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![IMG_1494](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/2912271241_fd05bc22ab_b.jpg)
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![DSCF0010](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3028/2912271979_d730d63aab_o.jpg)
![Josh takes a break](http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2912272319_d067dd9ea2_b.jpg)
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