The Long Paddle Ahead....
Epilog (a little ahead of it's time)
I have just celebrated the 30th
anniversary of my 30th birthday, I reflect back to our
Colorado rafting adventure and think of my 6 companions who are
celebrating their first 30th birthdays.
was a special trip for me because I got to share not only a week with my
son but also to be with him as he enjoyed himself with his best friends
and their friends. I felt
like the fly on the wall that got to participate, as well.
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remember the apprehension I felt right up to the time we hit the first
inner fear of what it might be like.
I remember the rush and exhilaration that first time in Badger
Creek rapids and the excitement of Hance rapids on day 5.
I remember the jogging and walking training I did weeks before
the trip to prepare for the 7.5 mile hike up 4800 vertical feet of
Bright Angel Trail not knowing if I could make it or not with that 40
pound pack on my back.
the hunt is better than the kill. Jeff
and I had talked constantly about what to pack, the size of the
backpack, and what would be worn and what would be left; the rain coat,
the hats, the gizmos to hold the pack in the boat, the hotels, flights,
transfers in Phoenix, bringing my own coffee (loved that Cowboy
coffee!). In fact the hunt and the kill were both spectacular.
remember the sounds, the smells, the sand between my toes (and
everywhere else), the sights, the quiet, the stars, the afternoon hot
wind, the freezing cold water, the colors, the feel of the rock and the
miss my old friend Groover! Who
will ever forget that new experience!
Who wants to remember it? Did
you ever think you could control your body with such regularity to make
an event take seconds that usually fills the time sufficient to read a
novel. I do remember the
views from Groover’s site were serene, beautiful and sometimes not so
I look at my pictures, I realize that the camera pales itself to the
brain and its capacity to hold the beauty of what we experienced in the
even more vivid are the personal experiences I remember; the chess game
with Carl, sharing the tent with Jeff with his noises and smells on what
looked like a rainy night,
Hearts game in the water with “the boys”, scurrying to find the best
sleeping site, finding the right beer bag, jockeying to get the right
guide with the right companions, napping on the raft, eating left over
French toast on the raft, sampling each guides nut and candy snacks,
buying Lara’s pottery from a picture, watching Lara and Lorna take a
bath on day one, and on and on.
of all, I remember not wanting it to be over.
Most of all, I want to do it all over again. Not a rafting trip but another trip with the boys, the
friends and my family.
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