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As late afternoon approached, Jack and I decided to pull over and make camp, in hopes that the "singing stragglers" would find us. They never arrived, choosing instead to make camp just upstream from us. Apparently, we had been a bit too aggressive in our oaring down the river and got too far ahead of them. No problem. We knew how to survive the night. We knew how to eat in the wild. We had our corn dogs and beer nuts with us. NOT. Anyway, we would just hook up with them in the morning. After a good night's sleep, we were up fairly early ... for musicians. Looking pretty rugged, I might add. |
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A musician in the morning. Being such a close friend, I would never shove a camera in a band mates face this early in the day. Yeah, right! |
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