Rafting
So yesterday Cam and I hiked up the same mountain trail I had a few days back. It was hot and I could tell she was getting tired by the constant "should we start here". Referring to my crazy idea to raft the creek down. About an hour forty five up the rapids were fierce and I was content on setting off. It took the two of us a good half hour to blow the raft up and about another to secure the underside with a protective layer of cloth (lots of jagged rocks and trees). I had to admit looking at the water I was a bit apprehensive. The water was only three to four feet deep but the current was monstrously fierce. Enough to knock you unconscious or drown you if caught under a rock. The few people who passed by rightfully thought we were nuts. We set the raft in the water and jumped on. Strait down we went. Rapid after rapid after rapid. We could barely hang on. The paddle did nothing under such force. Our knees and butts where bruised to hell by the time we figured it was better to sit on the edges of the raft. We kept sliding back as we crashed down canyons and scrambled over each other in a half foot of water to regain our seating. We must have been mad for all this was so incredibly fun. Just awesome. Eventuly the water calmed and spread making the depth too shallow to traverse. We walked the way back to the car giddy as hell. I talked to Sean Carr today the fella who first showed my this path. He says that about 6 miles up is a washed out ghost town filled with mines so deep people haved died in them. Sounds like another trip, with more people and overnight.