borrowed from Bill.......
A summary of the events:
At the first shoal after the Eurharlee River bridge, we grounded on one of the below water rocks (my fat a** weighing us down). Cait, who was in the front, pitched forward and tried to bite the gunwale of the canoe. Obviously, baby teeth versus Grumman aluminum is not much of a competition. With lots of blood and drama (even some on my part), we got David from Coosa Riverwatchers to come pick us up. He was kind enough to bring the Bartow County fire dept, who confirmed Cait would not be eating apples or corn on the cob in the next 2-4 weeks. David delivered us to the car, where we proceeded at a leisurely pace to the Floyd County Medical Center in lovely Rome, GA. We spent about 3.5 hours in our wet bathing suits in a examining room that was 68 degrees, where we confirmed that Cait would not be eating ribs or bagels in the near future. We proceeded home at about the same time you did, so no time was lost. Calling Kathy caused me to break out in hives. I told her Cait lost her front teeth. She told me our mini van had died on 400 on her way to the Thweatts. Tit for tat. I re-arranged the trip to Cumming to include a stop in Lake Claire.
On Sun, I headed back to Euharlee to retrieve the Grumman. Only somewhat surprising, it was not where David and I had left it. A bit of sleuth work on my part found it in someone's backyard. I knocked on the front door and begrudgingly received permission to reunite the canoe with my car.
The unsung hero in all of this was Owen Henry, who was more excited than anyone about the canoe trip and only cried once when he realized his trip ended after 30 minutes on the water. He worked overtime keeping Cait interested in things other than the blood oozing from her mouth and held her hand at all the right times. He can be my wingman any time.
Special thanks to Kenyon, who helped us get in touch with David Promis, in between fits of laughter at "another Taylor high maintenance extravaganza"; David Promis who provided excellent assistance, directions and did not have a heart attack when he saw Cait's mouth; the Bartow County Fire Department for the two stuffed animals, fire hats and sage advice ("She oughtta see a dentist soon"); and all of you for watching Zach and John: just proves it takes a village of middle-aged men to properly beat two young boys into submission.
Cait and John
John and Owen
Owen and John
Cait
