'tis a sad day on the Yadkin River
Our trusty canoe was swept downriver in a rainstorm. The water rose 8', flowing fast, running muddy with debris. We hoped that she was lodged in the bankside, and we would find her again when the rains stopped, but alas, after a thorough investigation we concede that shes gone. Farewell, sweet canoe! You traveled upriver through rapids to find a small island; you showed us turtle time on the Yadkin; you carried our son and daughter and granny (for a moment, until she tipped out into the river!); you were ugly but functional, and we had big plans to paint you like a goldfish or barracuda...
The canoe will rise again!
In one of those rare moments where everything seems to align, last night we rescued a father and son going downriver in a terrible rainstorm! And now down on our bank (until they return) is a lovely new PINK canoe! And we made a new friend.
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