cooler drumming or, oh the irony

so, just when i finish whinging about blogger and not being able to post photos, i decide to, once again, try to upload some images just to prove to my point, and...
...lo and behold, it worked!
whatever.
isn't it funny how it's irksome to be proven wrong, even when in the process you've gotten what you wanted in the first place?
anyway, i more or less gave up on trying to finish documenting the canoe trip (will stalwartly soldiers on with this task and betsy sensibly created one lovely, comprehensive post), but i didn't want to leave out these pics of henry doing some solid drumming on the chest cooler. this was our last night up north and we stayed on will and sandy's kemo lake property. we had set up our little tent village on the platform where the abandoned canoes, left by the previous owners, are usually stored. i was standing on the other side of the cooler, out of the frame, and henry and i took turns creating some crazy rhythms. there was much wide-eyed excitement, lots of laughter and a bit of screaming.


good times.
it was a great trip. i thoroughly enjoyed our time in northern minnesota, especially my first excursion in the boundary waters and i'm happy i was able to share these experiences with people i love (and like, too!).