Paddling on the West Brandywine 
May 24, 2009

Paddle, paddle, paddle. 

About halfway into it, I put her life jacket on and let her swim the rest.

And swim she did.

I kept checking if she wanted back in, but she preferred to swim.

Carl thought she was nuts.

She only ran up onto the bank twice. This time she was met by a giant Llama. It was huge! 

Who would have thought we'd come across a Llama on the Brandywine?


Jen going over the Embreeville dam.

The rest of us wussed out and portaged around.

Back on the water again.

Almost there.

The route we took.





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