I just spoke with Father Tom Zelker about his most recent aquatic adventure and it sounds like a lot of fun, but with a little bit of danger.

Father Zelker said he paddled in the Mettowee from the new river park off of Church Street and made it quite a ways towards Vermont before needing to turn around.

I think was before recent rains swelled the river and brought the level up quite a bit. Father Tom said he enjoyed the float but things got a little scary when the falls at the remnants of the old dam just below Church Street rolled him out of his kayak and into the cool waters of the Mettowee.

Bruised and bumped up a little Zelker reports making it out after a few scary moments spent under water feeling the power and force of water weight.

Lessons here?

Well, Father Zelker has Jesus for a co-pilot; the rest of us might need someone a little more terrestrial on stand by because it’s always a good idea to travel in groups for activities like that.

It still sounds like LOADS of fun – I can’t wait for the next time I get out on the water.

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Fishing and camping trips with my father used to be the equivalent of a rain dance.

We would get soaked for the entire time by great bucketfuls of rain and might or might not catch any fish so I was having flashbacks Saturday afternoon as we played golf in an absolute deluge.

The gear back in the day was nothing close to what I have today – I actually think our “advanced” equipment tent was from J.C. Penney – my father, Dave said he could remember that you couldn’t touch the fabric or it would spring a leak.

The rain was warm and the afternoon was pretty hot so it was actually pleasant to be out just knocking around a few golf balls with dad but twice the skies just opened up and soaked us. I wasn’t hitting the ball too bad and it was good instructional time where we worked on alignment and the driver. Dad’s a pretty good golfer so despite the conditions, we really had a pretty good round.

Well, more later if I get the chance…

4 p.m.

Bad news for fans of “carny” food, the North Granville FD has decided to scrub what was the final fireman’s carnival in Granville. To bad say my clogging arteries. For me the carnival nights were all about greasy burgers and fried dough – Where am I going to score that kind of chow now brown cow?

Cows -

John “Hector” Norton told me the other day he plans to rebuild the herd and get them back out in the triangle pasture. No updates or culprits yet, but if somebody gets nabbed and they’re old enough those names will be in a follow up article.

Taking submission for the Question of the Week; is there something you just want to see asked to your fellow residents? Keep in mind it’s got to stay clean – all submissions will be considered, but NO promises.

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