a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this West Virginian port,
aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,the skipper brave and sure.
Fourteen passengers set sail that day,
for a five hour tour, a five hour tour...
The rapids started getting rough,the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
the Edward (Miller) would be lost; the Edward (Miller) would be lost.
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We all survived the waters of the Gaulley river.
To see more proof, view all the pictures by clicking on this link.
4 comments:
Wow Gilligan,
It looks like you guys had a lot of fun. Dad says he did, I hope you did too. Hopefully the wives will be there next year.
Love, Mom
Yeah. Holly is excited about going... she can't stand the cold, so you'll never get her on a snowmobile trip. Rafting, however, is a different deal entirely!
I've seen Jason Chalk raft and he's a force to be reconed with.
Or we could try a water slide... I hear those are tragic. I think a certain Uncle of mine almost drowned in one of those...
You'd never step foot on a raft, so you can't talk, Uncle Mark!!!!
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