Today I checked off one of the items that has been on my bucket list for at least a decade: whitewater rafting! When we arrived in Clearwater, British Columbia there were whitewater rafting ads on every corner. Since I had told Jim I wanted to whitewater raft during this trip, I decided thisÃ‚Â was the time. Plus the Clearwater River is so beautiful. It is part of the tributaries of the Fraser Water System and we had been parallel to it for miles before reaching Clearwater. Parenthetically, one can not escape seeing water in this area of Canada. It is EVERYWHERE!
I wasn’t sure what to expect and asked a lot of questions as we were registering for the trip. When it was time to sign the waiver, I had to force myself not to comprehend the words I read: Whitewater rafting is dangerous and the said company is not responsible for injury or death, etc. I am not a strong swimmer under the best of circumstances and didn’t think I would last two seconds in the snow-melted, frigid rapids of the river.
But soon after registering, I was able to containÃ‚Â my fear, yet I listened carefully as our guide gave us a tutorial on safety and paddling. Yes, if something went down, I intended to come out of it alive! But, as we began our four-hour descent down the river, I felt nothing but exhilaration. We navigated class II and III+ rapids, got soaked on more than a few occasions and even had a chance to float/swim in the calmer area of the river. I confess that I did not remain in that cold water very long, but Jim stayed in for the allotted time of about 15 minutes. I guess he is a mountain man after all!