“Hey Crick! You about ready to shove off?” LowBuck bellowed from the shore where he and most of the prepper community had gathered to see the wayfarers off.
“Just about. Let me make sure these things are going to hang together first!” Crick yelled back about 50 ft. from shore and proceeded to gingerly bounce the questionable wood frame up and down on his side of the raft.
“Dang boy, don’t swamp us!” Cowboy prepper groused while holding onto the wood slats that were already sloshing far more water over them than expected.
“Yea settle down Crick, I ain`t trusting that outrigger not to let go before it’s supposed to anyway.” The bondsman complained but was still grinning as he held on to his makeshift sail mast trying to keep his balance.
“Better to get dunked out here than when we get to
