JOHN DAY RIVER, OREGON
Navigating 50 miles down the mighty John Day river. Rosalia reverberated off the canyon walls while Aqua Cow, lashed to the bow, fearlessly guided us through the winding passageways. Behaving like proper river pirates, there was much drinking of rum and many a sea shanty was sung to the otters and ospreys as we oared past. El Raton and Sloth frolicked in the fields under the spray of a sprinkler before returning to the warm waters of the river for cliff jumping and swimming shenanigans. Hiking to a hidden cave and finding a small owl friend, prompting a moment to enjoy the good omen and thank the river for its bounty of delightfulness. This majestic journey was one for the books and may be my new happy place.
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