The last time I went camping was back in the summer of 1995, right before I went off to Purdue. I can’t remember where we went or what we did exactly, but I remember it was a lot of fun.
Ok, the only thing I remember about it was that the girls tent was really cold, so we piled into the boys tent. I used a friend’s leg as a pillow. Very uncomfortable.
Memorial Day Weekend, one of my friends wanted to go white water river rafting near Sequoia National Forest. I’ve never gone white water river rafting before, so I was kinda nervous and I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to go.
I went.
Adam went with me as well. We drove up on Saturday morning and came back to Los Angeles on Monday. Rafting happened on Sunday.
When I saw the rushing river water, I thought to myself, why did I agree to this? I didn’t think I would die. I knew how to swim, and I had a life jacket and a helmet on. Surviving it wasn’t the issue. Coming out unscathed and in one piece was what I was worried about. I refused to sit at the front of the raft as well. More responsibility? On my first time? No thanks!
It’s actually a lot more fun than I expected. At least, after I got over my initial fears about it anyways. I got knocked out of the raft 2 times, and fell out once when we were doing a trust exercise (we stood on the edge holding hands while the guide spun the rafter around).
Another coworker went rafting, too, but I didn’t realize he was there until he saw me on Tuesday morning. He saw me and my Treyarch towel at the raft company’s parking lot. I had to go look him up in the office directory when I got back to my desk because I really didn’t know who he was.
Anyways, I think I might go rafting again next year. It was that fun. :)