The morning was beautiful! I had coffee on Auntie Druann's deck, and admired her charming gardens, in the million-degree heat.
We dropped off one car where we would finish up, and drove to where we would begin. Oh! The excitement is mounting! We unloaded....
...and got our boats into the river.
It was lovely! Smooth, calm, blueriver. Lah-te-da, we floated and paddled here and there. Under the bubble-gum bridge. (Gross). Along the little banks and swimming holes.
And then the rapids picked up a little. Two poor cousins had a flat boat. We grabbed onto tree branches to wait along the edge of the river for them while they rescued everything that had fallen out of the deflated boat. Eventually we switched around passengers, and were ready to go again.
Much better. (Except for the occasional spiders and many twigs on us from hanging out in the tree). Blue skies, calm seas.
the rapids picked up again. Like, way up. And there was
rock boulder after boulder sticking out of the river, waiting for us to crash into. And we did. Being in the front of the boat, I kindly buffered all the rocks for my sweet cousins and broken-footed daughter.
my own foot, tucked under me for rowing leverage, smacked a giant rock. And I screamed, 'I broke my foot!' And then I smacked it again, and again. While we were high-centered on one boulder, and Cousin Alicia "assessed the situation", I yelled to every boat that passed to help us! (They had all opted to rent nice, strong rafts from this place. They probably wore 'mandatory footwear' and had a 'leisurely casual float', too. Wimps.) They didn't stop. I guess in hindsight, they couldn't. Did I mention rapids? And rocks?
So anyway, it finally ended, and we/(I) climbed gracefully/(hobbled awkwardly) out of the raft. At which point we noticed the bottom of the boat was entirely popped, with rips and holes where we struck every rock. No wonder it hurt so much when I hit each rock - I was only protected by a sheet of plastic!
And guess what Auntie Druann? I still wouldn't have changed a single detail about our trip!
(Because it gives me an impressive story, about how I broke my foot in 18 places, while rafting in Tahoe.)Well, I didn't exactly get an xray, but I am certain it would confirm at least a few broken bones. ;)