TyBoo hisself along with both the dogs fared just fine, but Mrs. TyBoo come down with a touch of sickliness yesterday, and so we headed back to home port this morning. 'Twas a wonderful weekend for river running. We didn't even try fishing.
No problems, but a couple minor improvements are in the works. I put the boat back on the trailer, and all should be good for the season by the time I get off the stinkin' night shifts.
Too bad about the fish 'n chips joint. That was kind of a cool place.
I did discover one thing you can do with a 25 footer that you can't do with a 22. Pull up to a fuel dock with 1/3 tank of gas left, and spend $136 to get it full.