About a week ago, some of our church members started talking to Dave about floating the creek. For all of you who don't know (and I didn't before we moved here), floating the creek consists of 15 foot canoes/scanoes with either trolling motors or oars and going down the creek for about 6-8 hours. They fish and then swim and eat lunch out there somewhere. We've been once before and Dave had mentioned wanting to go again sometime. Well, here was our opportunity. When I talked to one of the ladies going, she mentioned that we should bring our flashlights. They were telling one couple that we'd be floating til after dark, just to pick at them.
So, we went and floated Red Creek yesterday. There were 12 of us going (6 boats). We put in and by 7:30 am (or a little before), we were headed down the creek. No one in our group had done this float in a long while and they knew that at a couple points, there were logs across the creek, but a couple of obstacles isn't a big deal. Well....there were just a couple obstacles!
Dave and I stayed in the middle of the pack and at one point, we came around a bend and one of the older men that went was sitting on the bank. His wife told us he was have chest pains. We all pulled over and I was getting myself psyched up to do CPR if necessary. It didn't come to that. I think he just got overheated. He took a couple nitroglycerin and rested for about 30-45 minutes and we were off back down the river. We stopped every now and then for him to cool off.
As we went down the river, it seemed like there were constantly logs to get over. Sometimes, they were only sticking out of the water a few inches, but several times, we had to carry our boats. These were small boats, but not THAT small. Not so that you'd want to carry it very far.
At one point, Dave and I were dragging our boat through some shallow water over a sandbar when I heard him say, "Snake". Dave is deathly afraid of snakes and I was worried how he'd handle seeing one right up near him. I was very proud of him. He kept his cool very well. I actually moved faster than he did. I left the boat in the water and got on the bank. He wasn't far behind and we went back and forth between watching the snake (water moccasin) and watching the boat drift away. Finally, the boat drifted past where the snake was, so I told Dave to watch the snake and I'd get in the water and get our boat past that point. While I was getting the boat on past, Dave hollered to the boat coming behind us that there was a snake. They had a pistol in their boat and so when they got up near it, the snake was no more. All in all, we saw 3 snakes yesterday and killed two.
The sun finally started going down and I began wondering if we were ever going to get out of the creek. I asked our "guides" and they had no idea where the end was or how close we were to it. They could only say, "I'll know it when I see it". That's a scary thought. Several times, we'd pass a sandbar that looked identical to one we had already passed. We joked that we were going in a big circle and someone out there was laughing at us wondering, "When are these idiots going to realize this!" I began remember the Blair Witch Project. But it was no circle--it just kept going, and going...and going.
As it turned out, we finally got to the end of our float where our trucks were parked at 8:45pm. We had to carry boats a long way and upstairs to get the trucks in addition to the trolling motors and batteries, coolers full of fish, coolers of food and drinks, fishing poles and all the other stuff. Dave and I got back to our car last night at 10:00pm.
But to our credit, every one of the people that floated with us yesterday made it for church today. We were all laughing and joking about yesterday. Although there was nothing funny about it last night, this is a story that we will be joking about for years to come!