This was the last full day on the river for our crew. It consisted of a lot of miles to travel, and no real rapids to run. Everyone is in good spirits, though we are also a bit melancholy about the trip ending soon. We pulled into camp at an early hour, so we took the rest of the day for a celebration of our trip.
Almost immediately the corn hole was broken out. We all divided up into teams and started playing, while all the chairs were like up for spectators. The competition at this point was stiff; we had all gotten very good on our trip. We all rotated in and out playing, while Will and Carson took initiative and became celebrity sports announces for the night. They had us in stitches as they commented on the chemistry of the teams, and the personal challenges of the players.
After dinner, we became something out of a bad pirate movie. Zac and Amanda remembered that on a previous trip there had been a 12 pack of beer buried on the beach; despite there being a good amount of perfectly good beer in the boats, this phantom pack became the obsession of camp. Paddles were taken from the duckies and used as makeshift shovels. Holes started being delved into the sand in numerous places. After about half an hour Tom, who had been digging furiously, unleashed an alarm of victory. His hole was immediately descended upon by the treasure hungry horde. We discovered he had indeed unearthed a six pack; it was not however the one we were looking for. This discovery served to redouble the efforts of the other laborers who returned to fervently digging. We, unfortunately, did not find the pack we were seeking, but it was a good night none the less.
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