Mostly True Memoirs
We paddled and paddled and paddled and paddled and paddled.
And then realized that we had to row back in.
It was windy and hot and uphill in every direction.
I lost my will to live somewhere around the Palo Pinto Dam.
It sank right to the bottom of the lake.
When we returned, we had a cold beer and a hot meal waiting for us.
So it was all good.
If anyone ever finds my will to live out there, just reel it in, and I’ll come and pick it up.
But maybe not with the kayaks.