Sometimes I really like the drawings because of the tales they tell. This is one such case. Fortunately for us, Chris and I are in the background in this picture, having already made it through the rapid, and are trying to warn our friends of the impending doom that awaits them. Those folks in the foreground with looks of desparation on their faces are our river-running friends. The two buxom beauties sitting on the rocks are obviously sirens, luring our hapless companions to the rocks. And no, dear readers, our friends did not make it around the rocks. They broached their canoe royally plastering it against the rocks!! We ended up spending 2-3 hours trying to get the canoe off, finally giving up before it got dark. We salvaged the gear off , and left the canoe behind. The boys then paddled the remaining overloaded canoe to Black Bar Lodge, while the girls hiked to the lodge. Fortunately, no one was hurt in the adventure. As we had dinner in the lodge that night, pondering what to do, one of the other guests came up to us and asked, "Are you the guys that lost that canoe?" Ah yes, infamy!!! We ate humble pie that night for dinner, and drove out from the lodge the next day to the coast, where we ate fresh cracked crab, and drank lots of white wine. It was a good weekend!!
For some reason I always think of Joel when i see this one. Maybe it's because I relate him to fine the fine literature of homer. Or maybe it's because he was usually in the front of a boat careening down the river. Probably some of both.
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