Just a little something to prove that I don't sit on my ass in the La-Z-Boy drinking beer every weekend. At least not all day. Rachelle and I took the kayaks out to the American River this afternoon. It was supposed to hit 104, so we thought a day on the water would be better than roasting in the house. The American River picks up a lot of the snow melt from the Sierras, so the water is friggin' cold all through the summer. Makes it a great place to ride out the Sacramento summers. The red kayak in the picture used to be mine. Maximum weight limit is 200 pounds. Hmmmm. I can technically still use that one, but I wouldn't be able to carry the cooler, anchor or beach towels. Hell, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to carry the car keys. Or wear clothes. And the park rangers really frown on naked kayaking. Trust me. Anyway, just around the bend to the right is Folsom Prison. Beautiful setting for a prison. From the outside at least. I'm guessing the inside is a little less pleasant. Enough writing for now. I have an 8:30 appointment with a cold beer and my La-Z-Boy.
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