Dad and I are canoeing on the lake at Peconic River Sportsmen's Club. We're in the same boat, I'm in front. A few times, we lose control and brush through the bushes that are growing out of the river. The bushes around us are all yellow, brown, and green. Eventually, we end up in two boats somewhere along the line. I'm not quite sure how that happened. However, when we switched boats, I suddenly had Auntie Lyn's dog, Roxey, in my boat. I was in a red plastic canoe while Dad still had a grey one. I'm now in the back of the boat with Roxey laying down in the front.
The river itself seems wider, though there's a lot of brush growing out of it. At some point, we come to a junction where another river meets up with the Peconic. This doesn't exist on the real property, but it was apparently needed for my dream. Down the other river, which looks very similar to the one we're on, there's a bunch of volleyball nets set up in the water. There's a gate where the two rivers meet, not letting us in to where the volleyball nets are. Next to the gate is a table that has some papers on it. I'm assuming it was some sort of registration table.
Dad and I get out of the boats with Roxey following us. We're now standing in calf deep water, something you wouldn't normally do in the Peconic because of snapping turtles. Anyway, we notice Aunt Nancy standing next to the registration table. She has a blue bag and a bunch of papers. There's no one else around. We talk for a little while before getting back in our boats (same set up, me with Roxey) and head off, leaving Aunt Nancy at the registration table.
We continue down the river, side by side, and pass under a bridge for the Long Island Expressway. Again, not something you'd normally see while canoeing down the Peconic River, and we've obviously left the property of the sportsmen's club by now. We eventually come to a manmade, cement spillway that the water is rushing down. Several young boys have large inflatable tubes and are tubing down the spillway. We decide to give it a try and start paddling in.
Eventually, we end up in tight tunnels and the canoes are having trouble getting through. Roxey is soaked and shivering. We pop out the bottom where the river forks, but Roxey isn't in the boat anymore. We call around for her and she's standing on the shore, barking at us. We pick her up and quickly come upon another spillway. This dumps us into a spiral tunnel where we get stuck at the junction of three tunnels. We pick up Roxey and the two canoes and climb to an upper level of tunnels. We walk along for a bit, until we reach a ladder. At the ladder's base is a large snapping turtle and it's hissing like crazy at us with its mouth wide open. I grab Roxey (she's a small dog, about the size of a large cat, and a snapping turtle can easily take off one of her paws) and Dad goes down to move the turtle. He picks it up by the tail and lets me get Roxey and the canoes out before dropping it and climbing up the ladder himself.
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