Well, after such adventures, you’d be forgiven for needing a nap.

Jeff (photo by MB)

Or else come meet us for one last splash down at the ol’ swimming hole, where we might catch a glimpse of a Dipper (that's a bird), or maybe even that mysterious Montana maid; the Sapphire of the Smith, who paddled everyone else’s canoe, and towed the boat, to boot.
All the way home.

Thanks to Sarah, and her parents; to the Copelands; to the RenHillWalls, our hosts; and to everyone who took the trip.
You made the trip what it was:

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