To me, the mark of a good trip is longevity. I vaguely remember what I did this past weekend but I can vividly remember rushing down the Ottawa River under the light of a full October moon in a raft and crashing through rapids in the middle of the night.
To me, the mark of a good trip is longevity. I vaguely remember what I did this past weekend but I can vividly remember rushing down the Ottawa River under the light of a full October moon in a raft and crashing through rapids in the middle of the night.