Stranded. Sleep Deprivation. Beavers.

Our story so far. I had traveled out to Skeldon for a one day trip in order to print off a territory map, pick up our literature, and download all (or most) of the videos we'll be watching at the meeting for the next month. We reached Skeldon around 3 am and I walked from the dock to the home of a brother who'd offered to let me crash by. I'd intended to sleep, but as soon as I got access to his internet connection I quickly forgot about sleep. After a mere three hours the sun was up and I set about doing all the projects that needed done.

After all had been finished (and I'd had a few leisure minutes) it was near 6 pm and time to get back on the boat.

Here's where the story gets interesting.

After the boat gets loaded and pulls out, we ran aground on (I assume) a sand bank. That was 6:24 pm, Friday. It is now 6:24 am Saturday, and we're still there.

Now I should say, as nice as sleeping on a hammock can be, when you're attempting to do so on an overcrowded boat that keeps getting tossed about in waves (while still somehow managing to NOT get unstuck) sleep is much more difficult. So I'd say at this point I've had a full night's sleep in the last three days.

Further, I'm pretty sure some of the passengers have slowly been losing their minds. I say this because just a few minutes ago I was honored to be audience to a passionately moving rendition of Ed Sheeran's "Thinking Out Loud" wherein one word each line was replaced by the word "beavers". Amazingly, I'm not making this up.


So beaver now
Take me into your beaver arms
Kiss me under the light of a beaver star

'Cause beaver I'll be
Loving beavers til I'm 70

And so on.

Rumor has it we'll be leaving soon-ish when the water level rises high enough again for us to float and continue down the river more.

Which I like the sound of. After 12 hours I know the interior of this boat better than I ever thought I would.

So beaver now
Take me into your beaver arms