im looking for a rafting crew

Discussion in 'Camping/Outdoor Living' started by old hippie 09, Apr 15, 2013.

  1. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    Peace anyone up to spending there summer rafting some rivers and or streams ? looks like ill be spending my summer on the water camping and freeing free. im starting on or after may 20 th. ill be starting in mo. and who knows where ill be going from there. i have room on the raft for up to 4 ppl. and gear. heres what i envision. we push off and float untll we find a great place to camp then set up camp and stay as long as we want and then move on. if this sounds like what your into and your free to join in lets talk. sister are encouraged to come along. no hard drugs or alcohol please.
     
  2. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    just wached somevids ofjacks fork river in mo. wow what a great first river. still looking for a crew. peace
     
  3. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    just a little about me and my raft. im 62 the rafts 2 im in ok shape the rafts in great shape. i like to camp the raft likes to float. but together we make a good team. im getting my camping and having a good times things together now and will make the midwest reg. my first stop. peace
     
  4. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    Peace looks like theres no interest in rafting. as i cant do the raft by myself im switching to kayaks. i have two one for me and one for you. the one i have will carry a 9x9 tent. it can hold 5 days or so food. and a sleeping bag or two. the one i have for you is a small and light one. its more of a sister kayak and will hold a few things. im still starting in mo. but will be headed north from there. Montana will not be out of the ? if your interested let me know. peace.
     
  5. kenwilkes

    kenwilkes Member

    Love to join you but I'm stuck in corporate hell. Exit strategy in place though.. :)
     
  6. Amontillado

    Amontillado Member extraordinaire

    Sounds like Huck Finn and ****** Jim, except for being mature individuals and nobody is outrunning the slave-catchers.

    TWO or three days and nights went by; I reckon I might say they swum by, they slid along so quiet and smooth and lovely. Here is the way we put in the time. It was a monstrous big river down there—sometimes a mile and a half wide; we run nights, and laid up and hid daytimes; soon as night was most gone we stopped navigating and tied up—nearly always in the dead water under a towhead; and then cut young cottonwoods and willows, and hid the raft with them. Then we set out the lines. Next we slid into the river and had a swim, so as to freshen up and cool off; then we set down on the sandy bottom where the water was about knee deep, and watched the daylight come. Not a sound anywheres—perfectly still—just like the whole world was asleep, only sometimes the bullfrogs a-cluttering, maybe. The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line—that was the woods on t’other side; you couldn’t make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn’t black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away—trading scows, and such things; and long black streaks—rafts; sometimes you could hear a sweep screaking; or jumbled up voices, it was so still, and sounds come so far; and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there’s a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up, and the river, and you make out a log-cabin in the edge of the woods, away on the bank on t’other side of the river, being a woodyard, likely, and piled by them cheats so you can throw a dog through it anywheres; then the nice breeze springs up, and comes fanning you from over there, so cool and fresh and sweet to smell on account of the woods and the flowers; but sometimes not that way, because they’ve left dead fish laying around, gars and such, and they do get pretty rank; and next you’ve got the full day, and everything smiling in the sun, and the song-birds just going it!

    A little smoke couldn’t be noticed now, so we would take some fish off of the lines and cook up a hot breakfast. And afterwards we would watch the lonesomeness of the river, and kind of lazy along, and by and by lazy off to sleep. Wake up by and by, and look to see what done it, and maybe see a steamboat coughing along up-stream, so far off towards the other side you couldn’t tell nothing about her only whether she was a stern-wheel or side-wheel; then for about an hour there wouldn’t be nothing to hear nor nothing to see—just solid lonesomeness. Next you’d see a raft sliding by, away off yonder, and maybe a galoot on it chopping, because they’re most always doing it on a raft; you’d see the axe flash and come down—you don’t hear nothing; you see that axe go up again, and by the time it’s above the man’s head then you hear the K’CHUNK!—it had took all that time to come over the water. So we would put in the day, lazying around, listening to the stillness. Once there was a thick fog, and the rafts and things that went by was beating tin pans so the steamboats wouldn’t run over them. A scow or a raft went by so close we could hear them talking and cussing and laughing—heard them plain; but we couldn’t see no sign of them; it made you feel crawly; it was like spirits carrying on that way in the air. Jim said he believed it was spirits; but I says:
    “No; spirits wouldn’t say, ’Dern the dern fog.’”

    Soon as it was night out we shoved; when we got her out to about the middle we let her alone, and let her float wherever the current wanted her to; then we lit the pipes, and dangled our legs in the water, and talked about all kinds of things—we was always naked, day and night, whenever the mosquitoes would let us—the new clothes Buck’s folks made for me was too good to be comfortable, and besides I didn’t go much on clothes, nohow.


    Personally, I don't go much on clothes either.
     
  7. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    to be on the river thank you amontillado reading your post remains me of why i feel free and maybe naked outside lol and kenwilkes good luck getting out peace.
     
  8. Logan 5

    Logan 5 Confessed gynephile

    I'd like to go on some long-term rafting trips, following the water courses from the very beginning to the very end.
     
  9. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    logan thats what im talking about. im not into the mississippi but about any other river. plans are still the same leaving on or about the 20 th of this month.
     
  10. Logan 5

    Logan 5 Confessed gynephile

    I don't think I can act that quick on it. I have repairs to do to my truck.
    I have a 16' canoe. Very stable, can hole a lot of gear.
     
  11. old hippie 09

    old hippie 09 Member

    hay logan maybe this fall sounds like a good size canoe. cant wait to hit the water peace
     
  12. Logan 5

    Logan 5 Confessed gynephile

    Yeah, who knows. I have a trailer for it, and hopefully it'll be ready for this fall. I dunno.
     

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