My first time ever in Wisconsin, I was able to lounge around on the beautiful Lake Geneva. This next go was a little more eventful in comparison. It rained all weekend throughout the area. The chances are that this weather would have probably led to some late nights of unproductiveness around Chicago. We decided that rain or shine, we were gonna fight the adversity and make our way to the mighty rapids of the Wolf River and delve into productivity (or grab productivity by the horns… or something like that). The route took me to the “North Woods” of Wisconsin, “ehh.” I knew about 1/4 of the people that I was with and after 24 hours, they knew about 5/4 of what I am about (if you don’t know what I am about, take a little bit of Mike Vick, a lot of Chinese Carp, some penalty shots and mix em together and that’s what I’m all about). I am pretty much a local campfire legend up in the “North Woods,” now.
Regardless of my impending legacy around the campfire, the stories did a decent job of numbing the thoughts of the next day’s adventure down ‘the Wolf.’ I will admit it, I was a little nervous about what was to come.
Ultimately, 8.5 of us made a descent down the mighty Wolf (Cleo, the dog made the first Jack Russell/Beagle decent ever). 3/8 of us ended up in the water. The Wolf begins calm, but it progressively turned into a fierce animal of rapids. It made for one of the better weekend jaunts. Props go out to my crew for catching my fall and preventing a swim for me. Thank you Shotgun Eddy.
