Marty's Moab Bachelor Party

And photos of a bunch of guys you don't know. A quick synopsis:

Thurs pm: drinking by the campfire
Friday: a short (I had hoped, being the first ride of the summer) bike ride evolved into a Bataan Death Ride as my water supply ran out before the half-way point and I became delirious. The five-and-a-half-hour, crash-filled ride included two chain breaks, two flat tires, and a necessary sprint at the end to reach the rental shop before it closed. Then, drinking by the campfire.
Saturday: what was promised to be a four-hour (max!) float turned into a six-hour, mushroom-fueled (for some) epic journey marred by capsizing, mud-wrestling, sun-burning, and a necessary sprint at the end to reach the canoe company pick-up point. (We still ended up being almost two hours late.) Then, dinner at a brew pub where, in a bizarre case of synchronicity, we had a close encounter with the ex-girlfriend of the groom-to-be. Afterward, drinking by the campfire