Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Canoeing Down the Brazos River

It was all started when I got a phonecall from a certain Miss G****** at 10:30 PM Saturday:
Hey, X, we are looking for somebody adventurous and we have this one seat left for a canoeing trip down the Brazos River tomorrow. I know, this is all last minute but...
[cutting her] K, I would love to come!
At seven the next morning, most us of the group of 16 adults and 4 children gathered at Mr. G's, the usual HQ. We didn't leave until around nine, though, due to Miss G's "rubber clock"-ness. Fixings for sandwiches, breads, chips, soft drinks, waters, and watermelon were loaded to four ice chests and into the cars. And then we headed to the starting point off a bridge in HW 21 with the eight canoes all tied up on top of two trucks and two SUVs.
Once the canoes were unloaded to the ground, the four drivers drove the SUVs and the trucks to the landing point. The rest of us waited down the bridge (the birdnests hanging under the bridge were interesting, I've just never seen anything like that), applying thick layers of sunblocks, getting the canoes down to the river and loading the ice chests and ourselves to the canoes. Meanwhile, a Union Pacific train passed by with the conductor waving at us.

The river at this time of year is shallow with almost no current. The river carved resulted in meandering path, sort off. Even with the constant rowing motion, the blazing heat, it was still worth an experience.

We spotted different kind of birds such as Sandpipers, Herons, Sparrows, even Eagles and flock of Vultures. The landscape along the river changed from walls of high sandy points, to where it was just a wide open space, to the parts where there are heavy greeneries. There was a nice white sand beach with bushes of wild flowers in the background. It kinda reminded me to the beaches of the East Coasts.

We stopped by for our lunch after two plus hours rowing at a shady beach. Two hours after, we made another pit stop on the white sand beach. This time it was just to float on the river. What fun!

After another two hours rowing, we finally made it to Snook. It took us almost two hours to pull the canoe up the ground and to load them back to the cars.

There are things that will be kept on your memory. This canoeing down the Brazos would for sure counted as one of the most memorable.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

gileee.. im glad u survived .. hahahahaha

Xinda said...

That was the hardest physical thing I've ever done. I'm glad I survive, too.

Anonymous said...

we want pikcer!
we want pikcer!
pikcer plisss
tengkyu

--caffeinated cheerleader--

Xinda said...

Heh...even I want pikcers... Cameraless, needs to wait for pipel to send me theirs. Huhuhu.