I'm running out of old pictures. Here's one from the very beginning of my sophomore year at USU. I went with my cousin Todd, my brother from another mother Tony, and Todd's friend Ryan to Jackson Hole to raft down the Snake River. We didn't meet Kevin Bacon or get taken hostage by anyone. I refused to wear the wet suit pants (cause I would look hideous in them), but I paid for that. I wore cotton shorts, which made my muscles tense up like I've never had before. I could barely walk when we got done. Next time I will wear the wet suit.
I really enjoy the person in back of us looking out into the distance. Todd and I gave this picture to our grandma for her birthday. Just the picture.
Speaking of ole Toddy, I'm gonna see him today. I'm leaving to go to California for his grandma's funeral, so I won't be on here for a while. Like you care. Tata.
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