This story was inspired by PZawadzki's story 'Leeway' where she puts Jack and Sam in a raft and Lyta's yet unpublished story 'Jurassic Gate'. Forgive me for stealing your ideals and forming them into my own delusion.
There is some vulgar language and some minor sexual innuendo.

Swamped

As he sat there at his desk he felt swamped with requests for his presence at meetings, requisitions for new equipment, files and report he had to read and sign off on. He hated this job. He wanted his old life back but it wasn't going to happen. He wanted to go traipsing across the galaxy, SG-1 at his side and P-90 in his hand. Crap, he just wanted to have some fun or an adventure before they put him out to pasture. And it was lonely. Everyone wanted some of the General's time, he was lucky if he could take a leak in private but no one really wanted to spend time with the man. Well the ones who did were brown nosed sycophants that he couldn't stomach and the people he truly liked were incredibly busy. Oh yeah if he were being honest, Carter, yeah, Carter, her life was, well that was just it, wasn't it. She had a life now and it had little, if anything, to do with him and he missed her.

He had thought it all through, signed his resignation, yet again, and sent it to Hammond. Discussed it on the phone, even flew to D.C. to talk it through. Hammond would need some time to find a suitable replacement while O'Neill held it all together. Only today he was afraid it would all come flying apart at the seams if he didn't get out of here. And today of all day, maybe there was a god, he saw an opportunity.

The briefing with SG-1 presented him a golden opportunity. Their next assignment was a mineral survey of a planet that was more the 80 percent covered by oceans. There had been evidence of naquida deposits. This planet was not on the original Abydos cartouche and from the MALP findings there was no evidence of any inhabitance, Goa'uld or otherwise.

The plan was to send a UVA to do aerial reconnaissance and then either just retrieve the craft or to investigate its findings. The mission would be a leisurely paddle down a lazy broad river with a chance of some off world fishing and possibly retrieving some raw naquida spewed up by now dormant volcanoes. It was Teal'c who suggested that a fourth member for their team would be advantageous in handling the rafts and asked if O'Neill had any spare time. Jack was nonplussed. Carter and Daniel looked at him hopefully and he was embarrassed that it felt so good that they still wanted his company. He made noises about how busy he was but had Walter clearing his schedule within the hour.

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The Stargate stood on a shelf of rock on a narrow spit of land that lie between, on the right, a broad shallow river and, on the left, a stream that drained a wide flat boggy area that extended for miles. But the ocean that the river emptied into was within two miles and its salinity and tides extended to the area around the Stargate. When the UVA surveyed the region the weather was sunny and mild, the temperature in the 70's and best yet there was a deposit of raw naquida on the ocean shore four miles from the Stargate as the crow flies. The UVA had flown a circuitous route and now lie within 50 yards of the gate.

The bank at the base of the Stargate platform was composed of shale-like gravel indispersed with smooth large river stones, fine for launching the rafts but too wet for a base camp. There, in fact, was no suitable place for a base camp. The other side of the stream was too swampy and the other side of the river was sheer formidable cliffs, reminiscent of the palisades of the Hudson, with occasional sandy or gravel tidal beaches at the base of the cliffs. But a base camp was not deemed necessary. They would start early, raft to the site in question, camp for the night and decide then whether or not to take an extra day to scout the territory, then raft back to the gate and home. A piece of cake!

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O'Neill tried not to usurp Carter's role as commander of SG-1 but he did put his two cents in regarding packing for their trip. He gave each of them a roll of plastic freezer bag with zipper-like closures.

"I have taken a rafting trip or two and believe me there is nothing like dry clothes when you need it. I am a firm believer in encasing everything in plastic. A pair of dry sock or a dry sleeping bag can be worth its weight in gold."

He brought his fishing rod so "I won't be bored with nothing to do but just watch Carter paddle down the Nile"