"Usually I'd say it's nothing we can't handle but the water is pretty high today so I'm not sure"......Thanks rafting guide for the confidence boost

Okay Everyone, I’m alive! Rafting was amazing…….and I am able to say that because I am out of the water now sitting on the couch. So we got going bright and early at 7:30 am (and no worries, I learned my lesson from sea kayaking……no drinking the night before). I get there and am assigned my boat. Well, lucky me…...it’s Anne plus three couples. GREAT. I get it world….I’m single…..no need to rub it in! But anyway, we get going immediately. I tried to warn the guide about my uncanny clumsiness, but noooo, no one wants to listen. Well after 30 minutes on the river, I was already in need of 2 bandages. Seriously.

The first was a little bit my fault. We got out of the raft to go rock jumping. (Sorry again mom

and dad. But don’t worry….it was only like 12 feet high) I got a little too excited, and tried to climb up the rock. Well I was in wet crocs trying to climb a giant wet rock……you do the math. I busted it pretty hard, turning my knee black and blue in seconds which then begin bleeding soon thereafter. I then proceeded to climb to the top of the rock and jump. AMAZING. Definitely a rush.

Our next fun adventure was body surfing through the rapids. Or in my case, playing pin ball with giant boulders. If anyone finds the chunk of my hip that’s missing, let me know. OUCH. Truthfully, I was like wow, that’s going to be a bad bruise….nope……it was a lot of blood though. So……one more bandage for the road. By this point…I think the guide was beginning to understand what I was saying about having trouble standing on flat ground.

We went on for a while more and because I was there alone, our raft guide saw this as an opportunity to ensure I was in the water A LOT. I would be mid conversation and he would just kick his leg out…..literally kicking me out of the raft. The best part was that I was in the back and he would deny it every time. This ensured “the couples” thought I was just a total spaz that fell out of the raft at the most rando times. Thanks Johnny. After about 5 times he promised to stop. But then the guides from the other rafts decided that they wanted in on the hilariousness

of watching me flail around in the water. So they started diving off their boat just to get me in the rapids. By the end of the trip, another backpacker got me with his paddle and I went in YET AGAIN. The rest of the people in the boat probably went in 4 times……..my count was 15. YEP, 15. It wouldn’t have been so bad but every time I went into the river they had to pull me back in the boat. There’s an attractive moment. I’m pulled in and all I can do is fall in and take a good minute to get back in position, successfully mimicking a beached whale. Weird how swimming around a strong current river 15 times can tire you out.

We get back to the base and no beer has ever been that good……EVER. And when I got home I probably took a 30 minute scolding hot shower…….freaking amazing. I’m definitely a serious adrenaline junkie now…….hey, it’s better than being an actual junkie.