John and I are finishing up with data entry at Roger's Zooemporium (or something Zoo ish) and are patiently waiting for an incredible pizza - out first meal since breakfast! John just devoured the best tortilla chips ever, and we are soaking in the live Townes Van Zandt and Lightfoot cover artist amist smalltown drunken bar chattter. John is leaving me 3 chips to be polite, but I'm giving him the a ok to go ahead with the chips before he passes out. We entered the data, and I might be a little light-headed from my pint of beer, but we're relishing in the glow of a great inaugural kayak day. For some reason, this local bar hang-out has wireless - weird since the atmosphere is dark - no light - and we are definitely outcasts with the laptop running. There is also a baby shower going on behind us, and a group of lesbians showing off their tatoos, as well as the usual men at the bar shooting the shit.
Apparently yesterday's hike was the second longest slog in white man's history of slogging in the Slough. Only to be outdone by the master, Steve, who one day walked almost the entire slough - all the way back to Charleston - he claims this was on purpose, to get acquainted with the estuary, but we've heard he was on a vision quest!
Pizza is here!!!!! Yeah!!!!!! This pizza looks rediculously good - its overflowing and the crust is rippled and infused with the toppings itself - but this ain't no commercial stuff crust!!!!!
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