Father’s Day 2001
Me and my dad decide we’re going to do a father’s day canoe trip on the Russian River in Burks canoes. It’s really the first big father’s day thing we’ve planned with Hunter since he was born. We pack a picnic, with sandwiches in Ziploc bags, got a cooler filled up to the top, the whole nine yards. We go to the rental shop to get the canoes, they’re giving us instructions ask if we’ve done this before, me and my dad are like of course. They give very specific instructions for this one part of the river, and they tell us to stay to the left, because if you go to hard to the right, you’ll get sucked into the brush and most likely flip the canoe.
We’re going down the river, we see the turn, me and my dad are rowing – we don’t communicate, the canoe flips over, I get tossed out, the cooler gets dumped, my dad’s underneath the canoe, I look up and Hunter is floating down the river. Hunter’s about a hundred yards down -stream standing their picking our soaked food out of the river and gathering our Ziploc bagged sandwiches.
I end up having to drag the canoe the rest of the way down the river by a rope line from the bank. It was just one of those father’s days that we look back on and laugh about. And of course every time we go back to the river, Hunter’s like, dad remember that time when you and grandpa flipped the canoe.