I Know What I Did Last Summer or My Other Car is a Pirate Raft

Time for summer ruminations. I miss the pirate raft! Apparently, it fell apart at the end of last year. I only got to ride on it once, but a once I'll never forget.

Last summer on July 3, I left Missoula at 11:30 p.m. and drove the 200 miles or so to Bozeman. I thought I lost my dog, cried, almost drowned, said "Beer me" way too many times, got a ridiculous sunburn, was photographed in a swim suit and didn't even care, (should have because it ended up on the Internet of course), drove back to Missoula at 6:00 on the fifth and tried to get through the work day. Ah, the joys of youth!