At least, they don’t have drivers’ licenses yet. They’re 20 and 18. He’s a physics student at UC Berkeley. (Brother and sister, by the way.) Go figure.
http://www.tinwhistletunes.com/clipssnip/Raft%20for%20web/RaftTrip.htm
Tell them to scoot over. I want to get on.
Looks like fun! 
How incredibly fun! Look, not many people get a chance to build a raft and try it out. And they didn’t drown. They flipped and it was okay. Yeah, I can understand being worried, I would have been. That’s why they did it when you weren’t there!
We used to do that kind of thing as kids…
and I stress the as kids part!! 
We used to build rafts and sail down the canals that run through the cities between the Great Salt Lake and Utah lake…
when we were older is when we took to doing “stupider” things, like water skiing up and down the canal tethered to a pickup driving down the access road! 
Very well packaged with top quality photographs.
A very impressive project.
Slan,
D. 
Nice photos. I got a kick out of it.
Tony - you have my heart-felt sympathy.
I remember being young and immortal; compared to my friends I was a pretty levelheaded kid, but there are a lot of things I did at their age that leaves me shaking my head in disbelief.
Glad they survived with only minor damaged (I’ll admit, it probably Was fun).
Mainly, I’m content to avoid as much parental anxiety as possible by not knowing what they’re doing once they fly the coop.
Child’s play! (pun intended)
When I was a wee child, we lived on the banks of the Calapooya River in Oregon. We used to “shoot the rapids” in bright orange Maye West life jackets.
Excellent! They look like they had a ton of fun…I’m just glad it wasn’t my kids doing it
As children, my siblings and I did amazingly stupid but fun things. As I grew older, I often thought to myself, “Self, you must be the stupidest person on earth.” Then I found out about some of the stuff my dad did when he was growing up.
I didn’t realize that your real name was self. That changes everything you know.
Actually, it didn’t change anything I know.
That’s what you think, Self. 
Having seen kids killed by Coke machines, made into vegetables by rappelling down stairwells, overdosed on nitrous oxide, paralyzed by sledding into a lamppost on a cafeteria tray, and asphyxiated on a dog chain whilst masturbating, I am perhaps all too aware of the worst-case consequences of doing stupid stuff when you’re young. And so I tend to be very protective. Over-protective, according to some family members who shall remain nameless.
My wife, on the other hand, pretty much allows anything that doesn’t involve power tools. She would have stood there taking pictures, too.
It’s good that I travel a lot and don’t have to see what goes on.
Hmm… My “Self” is myself, but is your “Self” yourself, myself, himself or herself? Or is “Self”, perhaps, selfless? Is “Self” self aware? Is he capable of self determination? Is he prone to “Self” ridicule or “Self” congratulation?
I would have thought he was an American lit student re-creating something from Mark Twain.
When I was in graduate school I used to tell people that I was studying American lit. (I could bullshit my way through a conversation and even had a thesis topic.) You have no idea the reaction most people have when I told them I was in physics (before I came up with the AL thing). The stock response was (literally) a half-step back and a look from approximately head to toe.
Holy cow! What was the dog doing? 
Wonderful!!!