David signed us up for white water rafting. He shared this story with me about how it’s something he’s been wanting to do since childhood and it’s on his bucket list. I don’t know if it was the persuasive talk to get me to do it or not, but we did it. It’s funny because we went rafting on a river with a French name Cache La Poudre (Hide the Powder). Although I was a nervous wreck because I was fearful one of the boys would fall out of the raft and be swept down stream, it was also fun and a bit of a workout.
There was a dating couple on the raft with us. She didn’t want to be rafting and he loved it. When our guide asked for two volunteers to be in the front of the raft, Jonah was quick to volunteer and I was quick to veto. David volunteered, however, I didn’t want to be in the front, I wanted to be behind the boys – in my thought process I thought if one of the boys fell off the raft I wanted to be right there to try and do something about it.
David and the other man, Jerry, sat in the front. Neither knew that the front would mean they would get soaked. The water temperature was 45 degrees and our guide said the temperature had raised 10 degrees from the previous week.