I did some whitewater rafting yesterday.
I went with a team of Boy Scouts. They were strong, and precise. We had a cracker jack team, and we were rowing like synchronized swimmers.
I was starboard lead, so I had a pretty good view.
The guide was obviously experienced, a bit cocky (they all are), and goaded us on with his stories about how crappy the last group of Scout were he rafted with.
That was like poking a bear- the boys had something to prove.
And our guide, Tater (is that a real name??) wanted an adventure. Continue reading “I promise to never take breathing for granted again!”
