Mr. Duck Was in Luck

This post is a bit late, but I did want to give a quick summary of our canoe trip on Saturday. (Yes, it finally did happen!) Only Richard Bonomo, Anna Banana II, Jillymoose, and I were able to make the backup date, so we piled into the Bonomobile and drove to the Kickapoo River. (I LOVE that name!) Old Mr. Duck was nowhere to be seen, but Young Mr. Duck and his compadres were ecstatic to see us. They even gave us neon-colored duck calls! So now I have a hot pink one to go with my glow-in-the-dark one. From no duck calls to two in under a month!

It was a perfect day for canoeing, with a lovely breeze, and the river was still a little high so we zipped along, barely paddling. Huge groups of drunken canoists wearing leis and Mardi Gras beads were jealous of our duck calls, so we told them next time rent your canoes from Mr. Duck. The drunkest people were planning to go all the way to Bridge Seven, and we wondered when they planned to arrive - the following Thursday? We had a leisurely picnic lunch and stopped at Wildcat State Park to swim for awhile, yet we still arrived at Bridge Five an hour early. That turned out to be good because Jillymoose ran into an old high school friend she hadn't seen in years. When Mr. Duck picked us up and we told him that everyone was jealous of our duck calls, he said he loved customers like us: "You're the best advertisement!" So we have been redeemed in the eyes of Mr. Duck.

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