After one of the most bizarre dreams I’ve had in a long time I woke up at 8:30 to the sound of screaming children. After stumbling awake and wandering around like a zombie I can control of my facilities enough to stumble around and poke around online re: the dream and getting in touch with someone I haven’t seen or talked about for like 11 years. Anyways, that partially done we playyed some risk with the family and everyone decided to head down to the river here and screw about. Things went awesomely until my brother got swept up in the rapids and pulled downstream and out of my view in about 2 seconds.

Nathan’s Reaction: Buh…

My dad ran after him, as did one of the other guys who was standing around and Ben wound up being fine though my dad scratched up his leg, a little later people jumped off of a huge rock and then we went and got tasty pasta and then mucked about some more. Tomorrow we’re going home, and I’m writing off Oregon, hopefully the little brother doesn’t die between now and then.