Rafting

The motley crew of our fellow Workampers and Park Managers arose early on the appointed day and eagerly journeyed the long distance so we could be on the White Salmon River at 9 a.m. Had it been up to me, I would have chosen the afternoon cruise.

Upon arriving at the designated place of fun and adventure--and signing the release forms, we were promptly trussed up like turkeys in rubber wetsuits with matching booties, jackets, pith helmets and life vests. As the raft slid down the steep embankment on switch-backed rails, we followed to the swirling, frothing river below where the fun would begin! Some climbed, some fell into the raft. After a few lessons in synchronized paddling, we were off! Young Patrick was a skilled Guide, although, when raging water was quickly approaching, I did feel compelled to inquire if he had a plan in mind. He did, and we all managed to remain in the raft for the entire trip, albeit hanging on for dear life!

Let's just suffice it to say that Al had a wonderful time in the front of the raft. I believe he was the one wahooing all the way down the river... and I had more adventure than I ever need to have again in this lifetime!

A quick stop at a local winery and back to Prosser, WA.