I remember this one day my wife, Patricia, came home with this inflatable rubber 2-man raft. It had oars. We decided to take a run up the Wailua river. I'm not sure if this was a big mistake or not but it sure was fun.
The sun was hot and burning down, as it usually does, so it made for a typically nice day on Kauai. The difficult part of this journey was paddling up the Wailua because since the river runs from the island to the ocean we were paddling against the current. It made for an easy ride back, though. We went for what seemed like hours paddling our way up past all the trees that overhung the banks and the few houses that had the privelege of being on the bank of the river.
It was fun and we were getting burnt. As the day went on it became late so we decided to, sort of, coast our way back. The journey back was easy, having only to steer, or navigate the raft from hitting the shore. I'll always remember that journey, especially snice the next two days I watched Pat's nose fall off. Well, her nose didn't actually fall off, the skin that shrouds her nose, due to the sunburn, just came off in one piece. Her nose turned white and then just came right off. I always kid her about the day her nose fell off.. ha ha ha.
We took that raft on one more outing, this time we floated on the Menehune Fish Pond. It wasn't as labor intensive as the Wailua and we didn't get as burnt so that was fun too. I honestly don't remember what ever happened to that raft. I think I gave it away to someone, along with the story of Pat's nose.
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