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:
Sweet.