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Day 10 (the last) on the canoe...smiles fewer and farther between
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Mike is doing well for a person who let the sun burn off the majority of skin on his lips and chin...
and Jackie is doing well for a person who has sat next to Mike for the entire trip. |
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Nathan, on the other hand, begins to melt
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while Mark fights scurvy...
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...Jon fights madness...
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...and Clarence and Anne wonder whether all ichthyologists are this soft
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Then, in an oonga-lagoonga moment of total consciousness,
our leader professes to the canoe the true meaning of life: |
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to fish for him,
of course! |
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And the sun beat on...
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Falling water levels of the Kuyuwini expose more snags to be hacked...
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...or ducked
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An small crab is sacrificed for a moment of entertainment...
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...and contemplation of vertebrate vs. invertebrate innovation
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The crew is heartened when it crosses paths with a canoe of missionaries en route to Gunn's Strip
Civilization is close... |
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...but the excitement is fleeting
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