|Here is an image to supplement our premise that there are, in fact, boats.|
|This is probably a picture from while we rode the boat, but honestly I don't know if it is.|
"Joshua hanging off the edge of Mike's boat taking down our hammocks as we approach the boat docks near Skeldon. Pretty sure this would be illegal in the US".
I believe a more accurate way to relate this would be more like... here is a photo of Joshua (me) climbing on the side of the boat to take down the hammocks we had been sleeping in. Of course, these must be taken down as we approach our destination so that it will free up space for unloading of the boat. And of course, the hammocks are usually tied on the outside of the boat.
The second picture I was asked to include is this, titled simply "Skeldon Baggage Claim Area".
This is where the boat unloaded us, so there was a mad scramble to get the luggage off the boat. Which left it getting piled on the lumber (we docked at a lumber camp. Because why not?)
Also before concluding, I would like to briefly add something to my father's account of the mad scramble to find a boat out of Orealla. I'm hoping there was a level of confidence in my abilities to handle it, because here's how my father spent the day.
|This is a man who knows how to use his time in the best way.|
Once again, perhaps I'll post something of my own. Accounts of the Memorial, the trip up Takuri creek (and flipping over a dugout canoe in the river), and the impending Assembly tomorrow. I'll get to it soon. Ish.