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we'll see anything from the river, but just in case you see some little green men running around with guns: No, it's not Halloween.
     
                  “As we go down the river, watch the banks.  This area is so unpopulated that many animals are not afraid of humans.  These waters are also home to an assortment of turtles and lots of little fish.  You'll see.  Watch out for snakes.  This is one of the few areas of the state where cottonmouths live and they can be very unhealthy to us humans.”
     
                  I looked at Sandy, she had a look in her eyes that would kill any snake at fifty yards.  Marty still had her headphones on, oblivious to us.  That left me as the only female paying any attention.  I looked at Tom.  He had sparkles in his eyes and was sporting a big smile.  Tom loves this adventure stuff.  Me, I'm not so sure.  I enjoy the outdoors, but when it gets dark outside I really prefer a nice air-conditioned motel room where I can go to the bathroom and don't have to worry if I am dropping my drawers on some wildlife!  Still, I go on these outings and I usually enjoy them.  Knowing that we only have to spend one night really does help.
     
                  We finished loading the canoes, and the guys took off to stash Ralph's truck at the designated takeout point under some shade trees.  While we waited for their return, I reminded everyone to put sunscreen on. I am a firm believer in the stuff.  As a nurse, I have seen a couple of patients with skin cancer.  It is pretty shocking to see a person your own age and know that they will be dead in a year or two.  I believe in sunscreen and I believe in sunglasses to protect the eyes and I believe in hats.  Tom usually laughs at me.  He thinks he's too macho to put on the “smelly stuff.” 
     
                  Sandy plopped down beside me, equally ignoring Marty and her neon pink headphones and oversized sunglasses.  “Check out little Miss Priss?”  She nodded toward Marty.  Miss Priss, huh?  Nice idea.
     
                  “Well, Sandy,” I carefully chose my words “to each her own, you know.  I came out here to unwind.  It's been one hell of a week and I don't care what Marty's up to.”  Sandy hugged me. 
     
                  “I knew I could count on you, kid,” she said.  “Me, I'm fried!  Just fried!  The fuckin'  natives have been restless and we have a couple of new trainees that are idiots!  I could just strangle them!  But I can't.  After all, I am a professional.”  She made a face.  
                  “Professionalism my ass!  I just wanna fuckin' puke.  I'm glad we're out here where I can let my hair hang down, scream, holler, cuss and use all the profanity I want!  And one more thing, darlin', if you hear any strange noises from our canoe or our tent, don't worry!  I'm just gonna fuck Ralph's brains out and unless you wanna join in, better leave us be!”  With that, she leaned back until her head rested against an old piece of wood and closed her eyes. 
     
                  “You know,” she said kinda low, “this early morning sun against my belly makes me horny!  Where the hell are the guys?”
     
                  I couldn't help myself.  I burst out laughing.  Sandy can be impossible at times and is always unpredictable.  The laughter caught Marty's attention.  She lowered her headphones. 
     
                  “What's so funny?”
     
                  “Sandy's feeling horny.”
     
                  There was a moment of silence, then she said, “Well good for her, just don't expect me to solve that problem.”  And on went the headphones.  Sandy and I just looked at each other and cracked up again.  There's just always such a sense of freedom when we first get started on one of our trips.  And then, when we get to the end, it's such a