Within 48 hours of returning to Florida, I found myself driving down to Gainesville to go on a typical OAR night paddle. Mike texted me the day before and I drove down with no hesitation. I met him at his apartment and we proceeded to the Gear Shed, where Bevin was ready to throw a canoe on top of her SUV. We picked up Nina and Kendall, then headed to the Santa Fe River. Squishing five people into a canoe is quite the OAR specialty. We paddled upstream for a long period of time, barely moving against the current. Getting back to the car took virtually no time because the water was moving so swiftly that we didn't even have to paddle. We heard voices around our car and panicked. We tried to approach slowly in case it was a band of thieves or murderers or something. We saw floodlights though, and realized it was the police. They saw our car and thought it was abandoned or something, so they just wanted to make sure we were ok. We thanked them as we loaded our canoe and then headed home. Events occurred: May 8, 2013
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