Maybe we over-scheduled our last few months and the weekends got away from us.
Maybe the weather forecast was too beautifully tempting.
Maybe we just couldn’t bear to part with summer – just yet.
Y’all, we don’t miss too many home football games — our wedding date nine years ago is evidence enough of that! And I felt a little guilty skipping the Razorback season opener to go to the river yesterday. But as we floated the calm water, soaked up the sunshine, and caught up with friends — we knew it was our perfect place to be this weekend.
At one point, we exchanged a “How ’bout them Hogs?” greeting with a stranger wearing a Razorback ball cap, and lamented about missing the game. Without hesitation, the stranger tilted his face up into the sunshine and said, “naw. Football can be recorded.”
He paddled away, and Jeff and I exchanged a look. Yes. THAT.
The Elk River is a guilty pleasure for us — often more partying than peaceful tranquility… And if you had told me when we started going up there, that I’d still be floating the Elk 10 years later with those same friends — I would have smiled so big.
And if you told me we’d be bringing along our own kiddo, and taking pictures of him dare-deviling off the river bank — well, I’d pay to have photos of THAT reaction.