"Not a sandbar in sight!" he says

May 30 - 9:30 a.m.

A short distance past Columbus, the Loup River, the Platte River, and a canal all come together into a larger, more full Platte River. Ron called around 9:30 this morning, yelling, "Wooo hooo!! Not a sandbar in sight!" He says it looks for all the world like he's on a roaring river of Robert's chocolate milk, and it reminds him of riding the Urubamba in South America. The river is currently too deep for his pole, so he's using his kayak paddle to keep the Plattepus I straight with the speedy current.

Ron's oldest son Micah, daughter-in-law Jennifer, and granddaughter Elisabeth called this morning to see how he was getting along, and when I told Micah about the Urubamba comment, he said, "Dad's been out in the sun a lot lately, hasn't he?" Yes, and he's been drinking a lot of chocolate milk, too.