Today Dad and I joined a few of his friends for a kayak trip down the Frankstown Branch of the Little Juniata. It was the first warm and sunny day since I arrived 2 weeks ago. The water was up and life is good. It was a peaceful float for the first half … until we ran into the yocal drunks out on a joy float until they reached their concert-party downstream. Oh well, I guess we can all have fun. Though, we can’t all stand up in the front of a canoe and pee in the river in front of everyone for 5 minutes; that is only for talented drunk hicks. Life skills.