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    Grampa woke me up before dawn so that we could begin what he called our "Great Adventure" together. We spent the morning hiking down the Mighty Cement River. As I gazed at the swirling, green water I thought, I'd get where we're going a lot faster and with a lot less effort if I just let the river take me. So I dove in. It took Grampa till noon to catch up with me ten miles downriver where I stood waiting for him and laughing my ass off.