Picture yourself floating in a raft on a perfect summer day. Your winding down a lazy river between hills of lush, tall maple that climb rolling mountain peaks reaching for plumes of white clouds. Now imagine three gallons of water slaming you in the face from 25 feet away.
Last weekend, I went white water rafting with a group of 24 folks from an adventure meetup group. Everyone I spoke with was adventurous, educated, articulate, surprisingly unafraid of risk in all aspects of their life and had a wild sense of optimism. They were the coolest group of people......until guides put them into rubber boats and handed them buckets. Suddenly most of the men turned into 8 year olds who literally spent the next 5 hours (non-stop!) chasing rafts so that they could assault unsuspecting rafters with a bucket full of water in the face.
One of my raft partners, April, kept saying, hour after hour, “I cant believe this doesn’t get old.” April ended up getting hit in the neck with a bucket which was thrown from another boat by a man in his 50s while his teen aged son looked on in embarrassment. I would have imagined that had I lost control of a bucket that nailed a woman 20 feet away in the neck, I would have stopped with the bucket nonsense but alas no. The fact that she got hit in the neck with a bucket and lived only served to encourage him.
In all, it was a supremely fun experience with a wonderful group of people in a stunningly beautiful location that everyone should experience. Next time though, I'm taking a kayak.
If while looking at these pictures you think to yourself, “I don’t know what Julie’s problem is. That looks hilarious! Matter of fact, I think I’ll go down to Home Depot right now and buy me a bucket”…….you are probably a grown man. *sigh*
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