I have no single, tidy lesson to share from my 5-day rafting trip on the Rogue River in Oregon.
Rather, I have a bunch of disjointed thoughts, ideas, discoveries, and feelings that jumbled out of my pockets as we walked around the Class V Rainie Falls, bounced thru a bunch of fun Class II and III rapids, sluiced (inelegantly at times) thru the Narrows and Coffee Bar, and literally pinballed thru Class IV Blossom Bar.
My thoughts start with: everyone should experience the magic that is a multi-day river trip on a wild and scenic river. Being completely out of cell and internet service is a gift for your brain, body, and soul.
Sleeping in a tent resets your circadian rhythm. So good for your overstimulated self, even if gettin’ up off the ground gets harder after 50.
Pooping in a bucket keeps us all humble and generally comes with an excellent view.
There is no better laughter than from a bunch of perfectly sober women who have thoughts about life, wield wickedly creative minds, and have no hesitation about riffing off one another for days and days.
There are a thousand inside jokes that I will forever snort-laugh about. “We need a virgin! Can we get a virgin?” My abs STILL hurt from the non-stop laughing.
We had river hair and DID NOT CARE.