Mary Messhausen and I needed some time off. So when our gingerheaded photographer friend Kyle offered to take us to his cottage right by the water, it sounded like the perfect opportunity to leave the busy city behind.
When we arrived at the cabin we found that run-down raft laying by the lakeside. In a heartbeat we hopped on the makeshift vessel. After the first excitement wound down and the fishing was done, we totally chilled out on the raft. So chilled out that we fell asleep.
After what must have been at least an hour we woke up and could barely see the coast. We felt like the biggest gaytards ever.
Watch the desperation unfold after the jump.
Photos by Kyle Tryhorn. Mary’s dress by JOFF.