The boys sat confused for a minute sorting out what they had just heard. “C’mon guys, don’t let it get

They started quietly running back to camp, but within seconds, Uncle Weed was tackling them into the sand. “You maniacs,”

Uncle Weed’s song continued; Some people say that we’re crazy sick and all alone we pull up your stakes and

“He looks like the lady in the Sound of Music,” laughed Bob and Otto perched up on a hill, watching

Awhile later, a voice singing off in the distance woke Otto up. “Bob, Bob, hey wake up,” he said, nudging

It was one of those nights where the air is warm yet crisp. The moon was fat and full and

“Well that’s lame!” the boys exclaimed, “If they did that, why don’t we go down and torch the waving cowboy! Yeah!

“I wish we could, but it’s closed. closed for renovations,” Uncle Weed answered slowly. “How can they close a river?

“There I was, just a kid, out there digging the scenery, while all the other kids went to some silly

“Don’t say anything yet you two! This journey was amazing. Anyway, every night, whenever we felt like it, we pulled

“What, you didn’t like that one?” Uncle Weed teased. “Well, here’s a good one, an important one in fact.” Uncle