Remember number 32 on my 37 in 37 post?
Of course you don’t. Even I had to look it up. It states:
32. Go white water rafting
Saturday I did just that along with a group of six friends, including Mr. Darcy. We traveled a couple hours to a small town on the Wenatchee* river called Monitor to hit the rapids. Lucky for us we had the most perfect summer day. Finally! I was about to lose my everlovin’ mind if I didn’t get some sun.
When we arrived they fed us bbq which was tasty though the steak was more like beef jerky. I wondered if eating a hearty meal prior to rafting down a river was such a bright idea. What if I hurled? (I did not hurl.) After hurriedly racing us through getting our wetsuits on- THERE IS NO WAY TO HURRY WHEN STUFFING YOUR BODY IN A WETSUIT- they piled us on an old school bus and off we went.
At the launch site one of the guides gave us an overview of safety. I found him to be a real tool- obnoxious and barking orders. I was already put off by him because he was the one tooting the bus horn as some of us were frantically trying to snap ourselves into wetsuits and attempt to find a life jacket that would, you know, actually fit. I thought that if we got stuck with him as our guide for 2+ hours I would surely “accidentally” hit him upside his huge head. Luckily, we got a really mellow dude who was guiding officially for the first time that day. (Gulp!)
Let it be known that I have rafted before. . . probably ten years ago at least. Back in California where the water isn’t frigid and you can wear your swimsuit. Where falling into the river couldn’t potentially cause hypothermia. Hence the need for the sexy wetsuits. From the moment we got into the boat my friends were putting money on me as the first to fall out. I’m like I have done this before! But they know I am a klutz and if anyone was going to fall into the river, it’d be me.
If you haven’t rafted before here’s a little run down- the two people positioned at the front of the raft on the left and right side set the pace for paddling while the guide sits perched at the back of the raft calling out when to paddle, what direction to paddle and announces different areas of the river and their sometimes scary and sometimes funny names. Like Gorilla or Granny or Poop Chute. Or, our personal favorite, Snow Blind.
Why was it called Snow Blind? Because when you hit it there is so much white water crashing at you that you feel like you are in the middle of a snow storm. It’s white, white, white everywhere and you are paddling but catching no water and you think MAYBE I AM GOING TO DIE. But then you don’t and are glad. When we hit Snow Blind I was like hoooollllyyy sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet. I was second behind the front right paddler and I thought, this is it. This is when I am going to bite it. We hit the first big crest and my friend in front of my flew back onto me, knocking me from my perch. We landed, sprawled, in the raft (thankfully!) and tried to get our footing as to climb back into paddling position. Have you ever tried to push yourself up on a slippery, rocking boat? It’s damn near impossible. Meanwhile everyone else is trying to paddle while laughing their asses off.
It was epic. I loved it. Total adrenaline rush.
I would like to go on record that I only fell INTO the raft twice, never out. SO THERE.
If you haven’t ever rafted, GO! It’s a blast. I’d definitely go again. Maybe even sooner than in another ten years.
*The first time I come to Wenatchee and Dave2 is out of the country. Boo!
(There are no photos yet because I didn’t have a dry bag to seal my camera in and the rafting company takes awhile to post them on line.)