Location: Paint Creek, north of Hot Springs, NC

We found the “ducky slam” we intended to paddle over congested with logs, so we headed downstream. 


Wade, Ray, and Kevin met me in Knoxville, TN, and we caravanned up to Kentucky for some paddling. We’re all open-boaters, meaning we paddle canoes through whitewater rather than kayaks.
We began our weekend with the magnificent Big South Fork:





Then we headed up to Rockcastle, which had a bit of a steep hike down to the put-in but was a beautiful paddle:










Everyone should do it once.
One day is enough.
I took a bus from Berlin to Munich for the first weekend of Oktoberfest, which actually started September 21st. The night before, I met a vampire from Romania who bedazzled us with card tricks. Dawned in my dirndl, I awoke bright and early to catch the train into the festival, where we waited in a crowd outside the Armbrustschützenzelt tent for a bit before being one of the first waves allowed in. We secured a few tables and waited til noon.
My first liter of beer came right out of the first-tapped barrel of Oktoberfest 2013. The rest is history.
A word of wisdom: EAT. Eat as much as you can, so you may continue to drink coherently. ;]
As part of a German class, we all hiked up to Wedding to “tour” some “legal” “graffiti.” (Like, five. Nur funf!!~)
In the cold and wet.
After my own personal exciting urban exploration, this was sort of a drag, whether it beat the classroom or not is still in debate.