It's sorta hard to take pictures when you're floating down a river, but I did manage to snap a few of Brendan on the rope swings down the hill from our camp. He LOVED it. Even when his arms were worn out, he wouldn't stop. We spent the one good afternoon, about three hours, floating past waterfalls, cold springs, cliffs with rope swings and deep emerald-green swimming holds. I scraped up my hip on one of the first rapids that we encountered. Everyone else was wise enough to get out and walk around. But I HAD to try it. This summer has been a great season at Concan, not to be confused with Cancun. The water has been much higher and we didn't have to scooch along on our butts.
It rained off and on for the rest of our stay. TS Erin moved northwest of us dropping nine and half inches on San Antonio. We only got a few popcorn storms. We played lots of Canasta and ate lots of good food with my folks and had a good time any way.
Now we're waiting to see what Dean will do. They're predicting that it will hit South of us in Mexico, which is good for us, but it could cause a lot more fatalities there.
