Back in one piece

I left Jersey really early Saturday morning, and after I arrived in DC and chilled for a few moments in Brian's apartment, we plopped ourselves down in Michelle's car and headed off to the Shenandoah River, close to the town of Harpers Ferry, for a rafting trip. Apparently, it hadn't rained much lately, and here's the thing about that: they leave river levels awfully low. It seemed as though we got stuck on every rock, almost like we were aiming for them. Not the guide's fault, getting stuck on the rocks, but an extra 8 inches of water would have made a world of difference.
However, getting stuck on every rock was worth it because at the end of the rafting trip, I was the "chosen one" (Ed.: when you least expect it, Greg. Payback.) on our raft to get dunked in the water. I was expecting it, so I wasn't completely surprised, and I was a good sport about it. At least the water was refreshing.
We walked around the town of Harpers Ferry for a while, and it's always an enlightening experience when you can put something physical to the places and names you read about in history books. I remember reading about the abolitionistJohn Brown's raid on the arsenal of Harpers Ferry...I never thought I'd go to the actual town when I read the book as a young dude in Florida, but nonetheless, there I was. Never know where the road takes you, but it's a good idea to read some books first.