I didn’t actually paddle down the creek in the thong, in case you looked at the picture on the left before you started reading. That’s the kind of behavior I’ve come to expect from you guys. I could probably save some time proof reading and just not bother typing up these reports, because you guys just look at the pictures, anyway.
If you must know, I took off my pants when I got to where I had to drag my boat through the mud. Alright? Now you can go back to looking at the pictures. I’ll throw in a front view, a muddy “aftermath” shot, and a frame from the paddle home. That should keep you busy, for a while.
I don’t suppose anyone is interested in hearing that it was partly sunny and a comfortable 76F, or 24C for you people in more advanced civilizations. I left work early to catch a mid-afternoon low tide. I checked a couple locations before settling on the one pictured above. It worked well for the video I had planned.
Once the cameras started rolling, there was lots of stroking and moaning. You’ll have to buy the video to find out how the story ends. I’m surprised you’re still reading. I guess I sold you short.