We went rafting on the Upper Gauley river and only almost killed two people. Our guide was a rafting legend... he knew all the rapids and in fact had even named a few. I began the day petrified, talking to Katie about all the rapids and their names and how she'd studied them on YouTube, and I ended the day feeling pretty good about myself, having only fallen out once on the Fuzzy Box of Kittens. On the drive home, the boys stopped at a roadside restaurant (term used loosely) and then ate their kill out of the tailgate of Sutton's large Texan car.
Miles left: 306.25
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