Andrew has a habit of following even the most unambiguous of statements by fishing for confirmation—”right, Dad?” On this trip, “right dad” has been omnipresent: “This river’s shallow, right Dad?”; That’s a long kayak, right Dad?”; These cookies are good, right Dad?”; “It’s hot, right Dad?”
Well, I want to go on record that Dad was, indeed, RIGHT once again yesterday when Paddle Georgia moved base camp from Clarke Central High School in Athens to John Milledge Academy in Milledgeville. Once again, over the boys’ protestations, I decided we’d camp in the gymnasium rather than broil in a tent out on the athletic fields. I knew I had made the right decision when I saw campers returning from the local Walmart with battery-powered fans. And then this morning the talk has been about the sprinklers’ coming on last night around 2 am and spraying up underneath everyone’s rain flys. The simile I overheard at breakfast this morning was “coming out of their tents like a nest of ants after it’s been kicked.” Glad we weren’t among the ants last night. Right, Dad?