And my story begins at the very end of the rafting experience, when you deal with the absolute worst part. You're tired, cold, and worst of all, wet. You're wearing a neoprene straitjacket. And now you have to change back, in a drafty shed.
Once you get out of the wetsuit, you start to shiver. All your clothes you wore under it are wet. I ended up running barefoot across the street to get the car, wearing only a wet hawaiian shirt and swim trunks. This was the middle of October in the Adirondacks.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
- Your Narrator, crossing the gravel parking lot
 ...and the clowning began. |
 "Look at me, I'm the Michelin Man!" |
 A more normal pose. |
 A less normal pose. |