I've always wanted to go white water rafting. At church in it was a strictly-for-boys activity though, and we girls had to settle for canoeing in the mucky, shallow, still water of the Kansas River. The older I get, the less adventurous I get, so I've worried I might never take the opportunity to dare the rapids. Yesterday, I fulfilled my dream on a small scale: We floated the canal in homemade rafts.
I know it doesn't sound as risky or daring as rafting on the Colorado, but it had it's moments! We rushed through roaring rapids, escaped the notorious thorns of the Russian Olive through fierce maneuvering, and scaled a fallen tree trunk just in time to catch the raft coming out on the other side. We made enemies of thieving pirates and friends of The Lone Rafter--a brave man. We narrowly missed a stampede of wild animals and used our long poles to guide our crew to safety. At a pace of nearly two miles an hour, it was a test of wit and endurance.
It was all I'd imagined it to be and more. Really, it was happiest half hour I've had in a long time. Today we embark on yet a new adventure in the Iona canal!