Since I’m still up with insomnia, I will share my hellish white water rafting experience. I was mistaken at first - it was not kayaking. There’s no way on earth I would get into one of those things. Bear in mind that this is long, so not all will be able to last. Maybe only SEA cuz she likes to read. (She may at least ‘like’ it anyway without actually reading it, who knows.)
A couple decades ago a friend and I went to Boulder to visit friends we each had there. While there we decided to do something different and checked out a white water rafting business to do an afternoon trip. It was run by a group of young guys and there were a ton of people there waiting to start the excursion. After we signed our lives away they told us all to get on 2 school busses to go up the mountain. An immediate red flag went up for me seeing how we would have to pack into the busses. As a former school bus driver I knew the max capacity was 66 kids - not 66 adults. I remember telling Margerite I was scared. She said not to worry and launched into some tale about how she saved someone’s life in a canoeing accident. Granted she was 6’ tall, ‘big boned’ and could leg press 600 lbs and bench 180. I was like, ok whatever, and got on the bus.
Sure enough half way up the mountain the bus started breaking down. The driver pulled into a clearing on the side of the road and we were told to remain in the bus while they abandoned us. It was a hot summer day and before too long Margerite was like, they can’t tell us what to do and got off. The rest of us followed. When we got to the top the host guide asked us ‘who was new to rafting?’ Hardly anyone raised their hands but us, so nobody wanted us. We were the last to be matched up with a young family of 4 - a father with his oldest 18 y.o. son, 16 y.o. daughter and 14 y.o.son. 14 was the cut off for minimum age, but the kid looked younger.
Our guide was a very handsome young guy and it was his second day on the job. Margerite shared to all that I was scared, so he said I could sit in the back with him, and I was like OK. Margerite was like ‘that was fast!’ and I told her to shut up. I could tell the father was like Oh. @#$%&. even though he was too polite to show it.
I ended up sitting in the back part of the inflateable boat that turns up, with no foot slide on the floor like the rest of them had. When we started out Marge was too busy enjoying the scenery and her paddle kept hitting mine and the tween’s paddle in front of her. Before too long we started to lose control b/c we had a weak link. The guide was constantly barking orders to do this and that while our boat started a slow spiral approaching the rapids.
Before too long I heard a commotion from the front. The tween fell out and his head was bobbing in the water about 20’ in front of us. After a lot of barking orders while we were paddling like mad, the guide managed to get us close enough to him for the father and other son to yank him into the boat. It all happened so fast as the boat continued to flail off course.
Then we hit a rock wall that sent us spinning until the boat bounced onto a rock sticking up from the rapids, and became lodged upon it. The guide was telling us to paddle hard but it wasn’t budging. I looked back and saw the next boat was heading straight for us with a pregnant woman on board. As a last ditch, the guide decided to use his paddle to push us off the rock. It worked but as we started to move he lost his footing. Both of his feet were up in the air with his legs in a V shape as he was about to flip backwards out of the boat. I grabbed his arm and pulled him in so fast that his paddle swung around and slapped the top of my leg so hard that I had a bruise the size of a dinner plate on my thigh for 6 months. I didn’t even feel it.
It wasn’t long before the kid fell out again. This time Margerite finally did something useful and pulled him out. After that rescue we finally reached a clearing of calm waters where other boats were waiting close to shore. The father seemed happy and joked that I saved them. Little did he know that I had saved all of their asses. When all of the boats were there the host guide said ‘Ok, now we are heading for the rough stuff.’ I almost lost it after thinking it was over, but I remained calm as I grabbed the back of Margerite’s collar and quietly told her she damn well better paddle in synch with the rest of us. She finally listened so the last 5 minutes where we actually had some control going over the rapids, were somewhat enjoyable. Still all of us were traumatized. We later found out that the pregnant woman fell out of their boat as well. This river was no joke and much rougher than we could have imagined. On our way up I saw parts of it and was scared sh*tless. During the ride back hardly anyone spoke. None of us signed up for what turned out to be a survivalist boot camp in the middle of nowhere, which we actually paid good money to partake in. Never TF again.
Alright, alright, alright! ~ Mathew McConnahay