Camping with the Baman.

A few weeks ago I went camping at Kernville with two of my closest friends, Baman and Jacob.
We spent a total of 3 days out in that blazing heat but everything was well worth it. It was my first time river rafting and it was so much freaking fun. I had always thought those river trips were always kind of boring when read on paper. Just a bunch of white people doing white people stuff. Just kidding. Or am I? I mean think about it. You get a raft and you just sit in it and you float slowly down a river. We weren't even tied together to talk during our float or anything so most of the time we're just....floating there. But as boring as floating sounds, it was different and a very good different at that. It was one of those "you had to be there" experiences but I'll do my best to rationalize why river rafting is the shit.

If you've never been, the sheer thrill of hiking out towards the river, mounting rocks, and throwing your raft down is already giving you a sense of adventure. Look at you...doing hoodrat things with your hoodrat friends. At this point, it doesn't matter what you're really doing, as long as you're doing something with good company.

As soon as you throw your raft down, you realize that despite this bolstering heat, the water is pretty damn cold and you're getting second thoughts. You've already made that hike though and you're too lazy to walk all the way back to the truck in this heat. Screw it. You jump in your raft and off you go on a current that seemed much slower from a distance. Now you're floating off with no hope of stopping because there's nothing to grab onto and the bottom of the river is actually quite deep. You're hoping your friends will do the same and jump in too and you're hoping they do it quick because this shit is now pretty fucking fast and you don't want to be alone.

Fast forward. ->>
Your friends finally catch up with you on the slow part of the river where you can just relax...until you head white water crashing in the distance. Your raft picks up speed again and soon you find yourself maneuvering between rocks and branches hoping to God or whatever deity you wish that your raft won't get punctured-whilst hitting your ass on the rocks you're unfortunate enough to go directly over.

Add this scenario with screaming almost the entire length of the river, and you got yourself a damn good time.

[[End Communication]] -Ibbqcats out.

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