Part II of the Chicago River Kayak, otherwise known as The Rest of the Story:
A couple hours or several miles in the kayak, and we had gotten pretty wet.
Any part of our kayak that managed to stay dry was futile, as we were otherwise drenched in city love.
And it was that deluge of city loving that slid my one caramel apple from Apple Holler down a slippery slope, landing it on the precipice of being shared when the Vespa got us home that night.
I can't believe it.