i can’t keep my days straight.  i can’t seem to adjust to the stupidly minimal 2 hour time-change between tucson and fayetteville either.  i’m awake at 4:00am.  i barely wake up at noon.  i’m pretty sure the general consensus is that i’m a lazy human being, when in fact it’s the damn time difference.  i swear.  

in other news:

i’ve been reading each and every comment about 50 times a piece, and getting really excited to know you guys exist.  it’s pretty amazing – you know, that thing where awesome sounding people say that they like the same things you do?  yes, i’m stoked! 

jeannette and will took us for a late-afternoon river swim.  i would tell you which one, but i don’t remember.  jeannette kindly loaned me and amber some flip-flops for river-entry, which i didn’t think would be needed – until i saw the 2′ deep muck we had to march through to get to the good stuff.  (i learned an important lesson today – don’t assume something about a place you’ve never been to.  especially when a kind local is trying to help you out with flip-flops.)

this was the point in the trek towards the river where we began to think jeannette and will
had actually had enough of our house-invasion and were hoping to loose us in the woods outside of town.

we brought sam, the calmer of will and jeannette’s two adorable dogs.  he and i are actually very similar in that we both don’t really like drinking beer in the river, and after doggie-paddling to the middle we both decided it was entirely too cold and retreated to the shore.

this is what enjoying beer and cold water looks like:

these people appear to have bodies that can maintain a tolerable core temperature

rory did a cliff-jump.  unlike the other river attendees, he did not execute said jump with 
bottle-rockets in both hands.  i feel like this was a smart decision on his part.

these are pictures of people who go into hypothermic shock at temperatures below 85 degrees:

i’m not a party pooper, i’m just not participating.  
i AM however debuting my sweet-ass one-piece, and laughing at the river antics. 

this is sam, wanting absolutely nothing to do with getting back in the frigid 75 degree water 
and swimming back to the side of the river the rest of us were on.

this is what People Having Fun In A River look like from behind

amber hiding her adorable vintage swim-suit from view of the camera, while Captain Rory 
scouts the beach for signs of distress or sudden hurricanes.

our two newest Most Favorite People In The World

not the smartest thing to wear into the river when you forgot to pack extra shorts

sam giving rory a well-deserved break from Beach Captain duties

yet another Beach Captain

and lastly, just because i know you were asking yourselves, “i wonder what kind of bathing suits the Road Trip Crew wear?” i’ll provide you with an answer – as well as a helpful visual.  and that answer is “sassy vintage one-pieces.”

Road Trip Crew, baywatch edition