Snake River Rampage

With no sleep and a sore body, it is a usual day in Jackson. Today happens to be the day that the family journeys on to the class two stretch of the famous Snake River. Cutting thought the morning of the day we get on a old school bus with advertisements for rafting photos everywhere. With a Narptilectic feeling in my head I doze off to sleep, skipping all of the beautiful landscape and scenery. I finally woke up 35 minutes later closing in on the drop off spot and I am excited. Our guied for the day is guide Amy, she better be pretty well prepared for this group. Everyone came except my mother, but on the raft was fifteen people. All of us including a family of four. As we embark on the banks of the river traveling through out the canyon of the tall mountains and hills, everyone is ready. From my eighty year old grandparents to my Aunt that has had many bad experiences on the river no matter what we are ready. Eight people on the raft have the title of paddler. As for me I happen to be a sitter. To elaborate on that position all I do is take pictures with a water proof camera and keep my butt sore until the end of the ride. I think that this job fits me perfectly. Rapid number one is a pretty easy class one rapid stage. Although we seem fine I felt a little nervous having a scared but excited aunt and two grandparents that could fall over any moment. As the nervous in my butt start to disintegrate I decided to take a dip in that water at a point in the river called the "Mellow Mile." As I get ready for my dive my brother goes before me and so I think that the water won't be so bad, I was wrong. Even as the water seeps into my shoes I regret this decision. The freezing cold water makes me actually think I will die. Afraid that this terrible fantasy will come true and that I will float down the river without stopping I get back into the boat. As our journey continues we head towards the biggest rapid in this stretch of river. I prepare myself by bending forward and gripping my feet into the rubber boat, and we made it.
Some jokes and a few observations later we find ourselves at the docking spot. Waiting at the bus was the longest five seconds of my life. Then I slowly close my eyes and doze off to sleep.


Noah Reynolds