This past weekend I went on a float trip on the Black River in Missouri. Everybody had a good time even though the sun didn’t come out. On Sunday it was cold and wet; almost felt like autumn.

I got to the campsite late the first night. It was dark. The numbers identifying the campsites were not readable from the road. So a couple times I parked the car and walked up to find the number. The people I found were great. One told me the site number and then offered me a beer.

It was great to spend the weekend with friends. I enjoyed being on a raft with the married folks and kids. There were times though that I wish I was in a canoe flirting with the single women. Maybe next time I’ll bring a wingman.

Thought for the Day: why does bottled water have a stale date?