OK. Yea, I know it’s kinda late for a post about fall. Especially living in the high country. But it’s been so WARM! Still, the fall colors really are pretty much done now, and I’m just now getting around to posting something about it. Jeez, the pace of Life keeps getting faster! But fall is supposed to be
Turning 60 this year truly felt like a turning point. A turning point of either acceptance or denial. Where I could either continue to ignore that I was entering the Age of the Final Third of my life, or embrace it and find the
So let’s talk about lava now. Actually, Lava Falls Rapid. Remember that scale of difficulty that rates rapids for rafters? Well this one’s a 9. 10 means it’s unnavigable without grave consequences. Remember Crystal? It was an 8. And remember how I described speaking of that rapid in quiet worried tones? Well, it’s not even allowed to
Today was all about running Crystal Rapid, one of the major five (or six or seven depending on who you talk to) rapids on the two hundred and twenty mile stretch of river we had wholly committed ourselves to.
It takes a while to slow down on vacation, doesn’t it? In fact it takes at least a few days to leave the wild rumpus behind. It happened for me on the fourth day, our first layover day.
A layover day is the highly prized, well earned day off after
I didn’t start doing river trips till my mid-twenties. I was hooked immediately. But just because I decided I wanted to run rivers didn’t mean I could without spending an awful lot of money on commercial trips or