Ok – how to prepare to leave for a white water rafting trip – you go looking at hot tubs!
We were supposed to be getting ham and eggs for breakfast, but we stopped to get a new pool light on the way, and they had hot tubs on display. It make sense. It does.
Got breakfast cooked, got everyone ready, traumatized the dog my packing bags in front of her and got out of the house on time.
We got to the river, got checked n, briefed, fitted for wet suit jackets, bussed to the launch site, met out guide Lars, and the thunder and lightning started. And that didn’t stop them form putting us n the rafts and pushing us out into the open water! That is when I was sure that this was a past time invented by psychos.
It didn’t take long to figure out something was up. The other two rafts went to the side of the rapids while we went straight through the middle. Sis and I were screaming. On the last one a wave hit me from behind and knocked me to the bottom of the raft. It was either a monster wave or the back end of the raft was under water because when I finally opened my eyes there was still a foot of water in the self-draining raft. Sis and The Boy almost fell out, both were hanging on my one hand with portions of their bodies dangling outside the raft.
Highlights of the trip:
- beautiful scenery on the Ottawa river
- watching the kids jump off the rocks
- watching the guys jump off the rocks
- kids and guys using the front of the raft as a diving board
- Lars teaching the kids bacon and eggs
- Lars rocking the raft so the Girl fell into the Raft every time she tried to do Bacon and Eggs
- Lars picking the kids out of the water by their life vest straps
- Lars picking BIL out of the water by his life vest straps
- All the boys being unhappy with their happy straps after Lars picks them out of the water
- The Boy getting to paddle the raft
- The burnt burgers on the pontoon boat that tasted so good
- The Boy paddling a canoe by himself
- Finding out BIL had convinced Lars to show us a good time
- nice warm shower and crawling into bed when we got home to the emotionally wounded, abandoned puppy
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