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Day 4

We awoke to one of my favorite breakfasts -

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trout, potatoes and scrambled eggs.

After breakfast, we were saddened to have to say good bye to the Kansas/Arkansas group - Millers, Smiths and Simons. There were hugs all around and promises to keep in touch. Guy took them to catch a flight from the Flying B Ranch airstrip.

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Patrick and Sandy

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Pat Flaherty and Jerry

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Pat introduces us to his Vineyard Vines mermaid shorts

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John and Tim

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We say good-bye to our campsite - Grassy 1. (photo by Heather)

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(photo by Heather)

We followed shortly after, stopped at the Flying B Ranch and sat in the shade...

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picked up Bruce Davis and Kurt Karst...

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bought an ice cream treat...

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got a backrub...

oh, yes....and stole the flag back. While resting under the trees, Julie came to tell us the rival gear boat with flag had pulled up on the beach. the three outfitters, seeing none of our guides down there to remove the flag came up to get their ice cream. They didn't count on our gear boats, steered by Patrick and Kacey, showing up after us. No ice cream for them. They saw the unattended flag, took it, and took off!

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Kacey takes off with the flag

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Their flag is gone.

IMG_3628.JPGWe say good-bye to the Flying B.

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The McCurdys duckie

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John

We stop for lunch but can't remember the name of the site. Email me if you can.

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We arrive at the campsite to find the flag is gone again, captured from napping guides.

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It's hot so we stayin the shade on the rocky beach to stay cool.

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The girls stay cool by sitting in the water.

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So does Pat.

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Harry and Sandy

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Sandy and John with cocktails.

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Dinner and a story

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Patrick recited The Song of the Wandering Angus by William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I turned to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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Later, while some play backgammon...

Heather, Cristina, Tony and Amanda head down river to Grassy Flat II to recapture the flag.

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They return in the dead of night, victorious (headlamps and flashlights).

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The hill they had to get over to get to Grassy II.

And with that we look forward to another blissful day ahead.

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