Close to noon I saw a familiar looking group and hollered out asking if there were any Colorado River dogs in the group. The response was yes, there were a couple. BOP Gunner (Gary), his brother Mike and their Cousin Beekeeper (Jim) joined us quickly as we headed downstream to enjoy a few hours of a nice float. Near 3:00 we pulled into a nice campsite Ken knew and set up for the night gathering a good supply of firewood. Eating and then enjoying a fine evening of of general bull slinging we retired near 10:00 PM. Having experienced problems with raccoons at David's camp I brought my bag of food into the vestibule of the tent and locked down for the night.
The next morning the critters had taken a package of hot dog buns from Mike and to my surprised had slid my food bag out under the vestibule. I went one way looking and ken spotted it another. Fortunately they could not open it. I lost one bag of dried fruit and my gluten free muffins, but nothing else. I had plenty of dried fruit and almonds for breakfast with my tea and the other meals were unmolested.