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As some of you may know, I was going to raft the Grand Canyon this year, 18 days of whitewater and fun. As the rest of you know, this did not happen. So I sit here at 36, 000 feet dreaming of fun in the sun and the water that was not to be.

I had a much better title to this post, but due to everyone getting the wrong ideal...I changed it. I was afraid of the google search.

















Mt. Hood is such a wimpy mountain, but I must admit that it looked very good today flying into Portland from Phoenix, AZ. Phoenix was 80 degrees and sunny with just a slight haze. Portland is cold, raining, and there is snow in the foothills. I think I'm turning into a sun bunny.

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Anonymous said…
The Grand Canyon reminds me of first grade (if you can figure that one out, you are good, very good!)

DG
8:12 PM
Anonymous said…
It isn't the 'ol mind is a deep empty canyon waiting to be filled up is it?

Hey, I'm kinda poetic, quick someone get me a beer and dumb me down...
10:38 PM
Woodchuck said…
Do you really need a beer for that?
10:46 PM
Anonymous said…
It helps, don't hate me because I'm more furry than thee...
11:16 PM
Woodchuck said…
Well DG, you did spend half of first grade in Phoenix, AZ. Did something happen at the canyon?
12:17 AM
WickedHamster said…
He got lost in it and ended up being raised by wolves.
7:48 AM
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