1.) Driving 7 hours to the middle of nowhere
2.) Blowing up a 14' raft, assembling its metal frame, placing all the storage boxes and bags, and strapping them down tight
3.) Floating down the river until you find a decent campsite (no water pump, no outhouse, basically a sandy beach big enough for a kitchen and tents)
5.) More cocktails
6.) The next morning, packing everything back into the boat and floating down to find another camp site.
Rinse, lather, repeat.
It's nomadic, rough, and involves a lot of heavy lifting. But it's worth it, somehow. After the first night you give up trying to sweep sand from your sleeping bag and any bugs that get into your coffee are just added protein.
Despite all of this, I did manage to get some good sketches done!
Perched on a half-fallen tree, I drew a quick and dirty still life of a vertebrae on a rock. The rock is still my favorite part-- all those pockmarks and edges were really therapeutic to draw. The bone, on the other hand, was difficult and too abstract for my stiff and sun-burnt hands to render. But man, that rock. Mmm, mmm. Good stuff.
This was when we had to latch all of our rafts together and use the motor to propel ourselves down the river after the current slowed down. This is usually my favorite part of the trip. We can all relax, trade snacks, read our books, lounge on the boats, and in my case, draw animals.
More to come on this post after I help my mother unload the truck. Woo.
** Yeah I don't know what kind of name that is, either.