Probably my second favorite thing of the week. Water fights. Moose
Cow and Calf crossing the river. Mountains, Water, Lodged on Rocks
not once but twice. Lots of exclamations like, "Who's steering this
thing?" or "Paddle Doug Paddle!" "Kari's got a toothpick" and "Stop
splashing and pay attention. . . you two are going to get us all
killed." In defense, can you really float down a river without a
water fight?
I remember us all looking at each other as we passed the pullouts. . .
you know, the ones sign that said, "GET OUT NOW. UNLESS YOU WANT TO
DIE, GET OUT NOW!" And did we? No, no, no. We knew where we were
going. . . and knew exaclty what we needed to do. Steer right. Easy?
We did after all have three hours to perfect our team work. And did
we steer right? Maybe, if you tilted your head, and closed one eye,
and said a pray. . .
In a matter of minutes all five of us were standing shin deep on a
rock in the middle of the raging rapid. It was incredible and totally
adventurous. Shivering we came up with a solution. While we never
really figured out how to steer our raft, we managed to make it
through the class III rapid alive, and with the exception of Eric who
was plagued with responsibility and concern, grinning from ear to ear.
I can hardly wait to do it again.
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