Canoe Trip

Now that Charlie's mentioned my embarrasing moment, I guess I should explain. We were paddling along looking for turles, birds (we did see several green herons), and other wildlife, when I decided I wanted to go ashore. I could have SWORN that we were close enough to the shore for me to touch the bottom. Boy was I wrong. Even worse, I learned that I really can't swim. I actually started to sink. Luckily, mom put our life jackets on us so I popped right back up to the surface. Mom got me back in the canoe, but not nearly as easily as Charlie. Now, she was soaked again with a 45 lb clingy, red, wet dog attached to her knee. This isn't even the worst part. The male bi-ped took pictures of me clinging to mom. I think Charlie was laughing at me, and I know momm was snickering. Oh the indignity of the whole thing.