On the second weekend of August, we went canoeing on the James River. We were dropped off about eight miles upstream of our campsite and we paddled our way back down through a few rapids and herds of tubers. Though an OG’s phone was dropped in the river, it was fortunate to have the luxury of a water proof case. Following the canoeing, those who were not weary played manhunt for a few hours. All who went had a great trip.