A new passion

Well I’m back, and in one piece.  A little sore and tired, but I had the most amazing time.

Yesterday I went white water rafting for the first time.  To say I was a little nervous initially would be accurate.  In fact I sent a text message to a friend asking that if he hadn’t heard from me by 6pm today, to break into the house and rescue the cat.  As it turns out, that’s not going to be required.

I’m not entirely sure of where it was that I went rafting, other than it being nearly 4 hours drive away.

What I do know though, is that I absolutely, positively loved the experience, and can’t wait to do it again.

I had no idea I’d be such a thrillseeker.  The bottom of the raft has webbed bands that allow you to slide a foot into.  The idea being that it helps you stabilise and therefore not so readily fall out of the raft.  As it turns out, I was using it to hold myself in the raft as I leaned out horizontal over the water trying to get as wet as possible.  The rocks, the rapids, the drops, the eddies and swells…  All of it, absolutely brilliant.  The river is apparently a Class 3 and only runs for one month every year.  I’m definitely interested in doing it, or similar again, and even trying a higher classed river.

Mark took along the camera in its waterproof cover, so you can have a look for yourself as there’s photos.

Right now though, I’m home, exhausted in a good way, and going to curl up and have an early night.