Chariots of Fire

Over a dinner of delicious sandwiches at Habits Café last week, "barging" was brought up. I didn't know what it was up until that point and I'm not so sure that's the correct term, but I'm going to stick with it due to its ease of use. The idea, compliments of Bradley, was to hop on one or another of the hundreds of vacant barges on the mighty Ohio and set sail. Set up tents for shelter, but otherwise enjoy the wide open beauty of river life. Go for a swim, cast in a line, get a tan... whatever you fancy. At the end of the trip, we ghost ride it into the Gulf, swim to shore and go our separate ways.

On the way to work this morning, I came across the Poseidons. Twin barges tethered together and tied to the shore. Not sure when they got there, but it's been within the last 24 hours. Regardless, it's a sign. Brad, if you're out there, our chariot awaits. We'll pick up other thrill seekers on our way down the Scioto en route to the Ohio. Time to get this party started.