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Saturday morning they loaded into 17' canoes. These had to hold 3 brothers and ALL the personal gear,
camping gear and food for the trip. In the early years that consisted of a bathing suit, a few t-shirts, canned chili, Hostess Twinkies and other gourmet items which could be
purchased at the Smart & Final outlet store. The first day was about 30 miles and not terribly scenic, but it got everyone into the mood and rhythm of the trip. Camp on Saturday night
was at Walter's Camp...... pretty darned close to the end of the earth. Dusty campsite, a few dusty trailers, dusty people and a single toilet in a very large room – who said brotherhood
wasn't about sharing everything? At least they had a store so the gang could get more ice and food if required.
Sunday the river became much more scenic as it wandered through the Chocolate Mountains and Imperial Wildlife
Preserve.
Absent levee's the river could be up to ½ mile wide and at times just a few inches deep. Sandbars emerging in the middle of the river were always cause for a break, game of frisbee or football and a nutritious snack like a beer and doritos. Temperatures were almost always in the low 100's so the agenda was lazing in the canoe or swimming or floating on inflatable mattresses or lazing in the canoe. Paddling was only done in extreme circumstances.
Sunday night camp was at a place called Government Ruins which was an abandoned mine site from the Depression
work project
programs. There was nothing there but some foundations of old buildings. No water, power, lights, stores, nothing. The stars were unbelievable, the desert breezes warm and everybody really got into the commune with nature thing…this was, after all, the 70's and not that long after the summer of love and Woodstock.
Monday the trip finished off through the Chocolate Mountains and ended at Imperial Dam, another exotic resort
which has never really caught on with the jet-set crowd despite having abundant supplies of rotting trailers, and blue rinse grannies with a cigarette in one hand and tall cocktail
in the other – at 10:30 in the morning. Having evolved into desert water rats over the last few days – and realizing they would have to return to civilization in just a few hours
this was often the loosest day. There was a great deal of singing favorite fraternity ditties as inhibitions and bathing suits disappeared under the hot desert sun.
By Monday night they were back in Fullerton, having blown all thoughts of finals and education from their young brains, with a good start on a summer tan and ready for the joys of summer fun.
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