Rolling on a River, Part III

When a chance to go Whitewater Rafting comes up again, NOT enthusiastically joins the gang. After all, water runs off his feathers like...well you know. So for his third time (1996, 1997), NOT embarked for Maine.

After all, it was a chance to get back to nature, and relax on the river.

And there were fellow ducks along to keep him company, much to his surprise.

Starting out, things were quiet.

Safely nestled among his friends,

And he was rising above the water so he wouldn't be falling out, like some of his friends did, not that he'll name any names.

But most of all, he knew to keep paddling in order not to be known as a dumb-ass.

Photos courtesy of Alissa Daniels

Last Updated December 1998