Hey Team,

I was really hoping I could get caught up on my emails before I got around to writing the next post. But there’s no way that’s going to happen if you guys still want to know what’s what in the non-stop thrill ride of Amtrekker-ing.

I spent most of yesterday answering those same emails (largely because I was too sore and burnt to do much of anything else) but the day before was epic. Hopping from one thin slice of adventure to the next.

I was sold on the idea that a group of people were going to the lake and hanging out on a giant ten-man raft. Maybe this is my fault but I’m not real good at “hanging out.” Sitting still and I just don’t get along well. So instead of thinking, “I don’t know…we’re just going to sit on a raft in the middle of the lake…why is that fun again?” My brain decided it would be easier to take the news if it just lied to me.

Scared of the driver

So when people said, “hang out” my head translated that back to me as, “Running, jumping, swimming, probably a good solid king of the raft game.” Stupid brain.

It was three guys and four girls (all good friends mind you) lying in the sun letting the current take us where ever. Which is fine, I suppose, for a little while. But it’s tough not to get antsy in a situation like that. Luckily, I can count on my friends to get just as antsy.

All antsynocity (I’ll let you decipher that) problems were quickly solved when we found the wind had taken us to the other side of the lake and didn’t seem to be showing any signs of letting up. That’s roughly the same time it hit home that this particular inflatable island didn’t have any discernable method of propulsion.

The scene you can take away from the next hour and a half of our lives involved seven people frantically swimming against the wind dragging a ten-man raft (that loved nothing more than to be pulled in the opposite direction by the wind) across a lake. Fun.

BUT, with the right people anything can be a good time.

PLUS, after that was volleyball. And I challenge anyone to NOT have fun playing volleyball in the springtime sun next to a lake. Go ahead. I dare you.

Time to get back to those emails.

I’m done.

Brett.





An amtrekker in need is an amtrekker indeed.


Don’t let me stop you.