While in Boise over the 4th of July weekend I asked mom and dad to buy me a ladder for my graduation gift. I was told by mom that they don't do graduation gifts. I returned home somewhat dis-hearted. During the long four hour drive back to Rexburg, I contemplated on how I would get the boxes down from the attic. I no longer had the equipment I had used to be able to get them up there in the first place. Then, in what can only be described as a Zen-like moment in which the heavens opened and the ideas rained down, it came to me. Last summer I had purchased a kayak... (see pictures for the conclusion of the story)

