It's settled, I'm headed for the Gauley river in West Virginia. Although as it happens things have already come to a screeching halt. We left Missoula last Monday with two cars, five boats, and high hopes for the Autumn. Our hopes were dashed in the middle of Nebraska after Phil's '86 4-runner threw a rod and died on the side of the highway. We should have worried more about the chronic oil leak or the maximum speed of 55 mph. Oh well, as it happens we've discovered the lovely metropolis of Lincoln after getting a surprise tow from a Hell's Angel hauling wrecks to Omaha. Phil's new friend "Dumpy" shared with us storied of stabbings, shootings, and hookers as well as inciteful racist wit. While looking for a place to stay we met the "Major", an appliance repairman who tried to sell us on a beat up raft, a place to stay, and shares of a Network Marketing company. The place to stay would have been great, but we were unsure when he started taking down personal information from drivers licenses. We were waiting for him to ask us for credit card numbers when we parted ways. All done and said Lincoln isn't too bad... but we have to get out of here!
