non- fishing turn around story. I went for a rafting trip with the crew from work once on the american river in northen ca. we had planned to raft the placerville to coloma run. about a 3 hour trip. Well by the time we got to coloma I was hitting it off with the young lady we had hired as a guide. So the two of us decided to run the rest of the river by our selves down to the bridge at salmon falls. we told the guys to move my truck down there on thier way home. 4 hours later me and her put in at salmon falls to find a empty parking lot and a settin sun. while jumping up and down cussing I could hear my truck keys jinggling in my pocket, which did not stop me from cussing but only caused me to redirect my insults inward. I walked/jogged for 4 miles before i was given a ride. The guy driving a 69 vw wagon stoped and picked me up. He had just came from a wedding that he had D.J.ed. As much as the vw wagon was loaded with speakers and milk creates of records (yes i feel old) it was not half as loaded as the guy driving. I drank 4 beers and 3 shots of rum in 16 miles just so I would feel no pain when we hit somthing coming down those hills. I survied till we got to my truck despite the two road signs and 50 ft of fence that did not make it. 20 minutes later I was back at the raft and the girl. we made it about 10 miles towards home when the battery and alt. gave up the ghost. 4 more miles walking to a phone and called a freind to come get us. i got home about 1 am only to figure out that I lost the girls number. I got up a 5 am to go to work but i was not worth much that day.