Rollin' on the river

The Allen clan hit the river for some canoeing action and camped that night with the other drunken clown rednecks. In true Missouri hillbilly fashion we picked out a tree and tied a closeline to it to dry wet swimsuits. And then proceeded to chop the tree down.


The day before we engaged in another wonderful, if slightly W.T. activity. The fish fry. Family-members stand around a roiling vat of oil eating molten nuggets of crappie and catfish until their fingers melt or the Keystone runs out. It's about as much fun as you can have. Here's Ayla's introduction to the ritual.