
Our first night was every thing I had hoped. We all arrived in the dark and with superb efficiency we set up camp to the sound of gleefully screaming children in the surrounding campsites. Next, after much overdue salutations we proceeded to have our opening ceremonies which incorporated imbibing intoxicating concoctions while solving vitally important 'would you rather' issues around a crackling campfire with the sweet smoky perfume hanging in the air. With the night spent, we all cuddled up in a mansion-sized tent under a blanket of twinkling stars.
After a satisfying slumber we awoke bright and early for our rafting foray. I must admit, opening my eyes to blue skies and looming trees forming the ceiling view to our tent was mesmerizing. We arrived at the rafting place with the gittiness of of high schoolers arriving at their first dance. Our river guides were a pack of young bearded men who looked as if the summer had began to take its toll, after repeated daily rafting trips and wrangling the Oswald's-family-type tourists who often behave like herds of cats. We were briefed on the rules of the river and piled excitedly into pristinely yellow school buses. After a short bouncy trip with full bladders we arrived at the launch site. One by one we were corralled into our own boats. I thought the lead guide was going to have a coronary as Hannah waded through the waters towards our boat with one fastener amiss on her life jacket. "What the hell are you doing?!" boom the Chris Farley like voice, "we are on the RIVER! This is the most dangerous part of the trip (wading through tepid water)! Fasten your.." The words trailed off as the raft he was anchoring jolted forward knocking him off his feet and sending him flailing backwards into the icy water. Trying hard not to laugh out loud we clambered into our orange vessel declaring Missy our captain. Oh, by the way, Missy in her infinite wisdom has joined our motley crew with an avulsed tendon fracture in her thumb requiring a 24 hour splint (this is her 3rd one as little-miss-action-star has destroyed her previous two).

We were titans on the water. Pure braun and power strokes pouring from the boys with decisive and cunning maneuvering from the girls. We were unstoppable. The first few hours of the trip were filled with boisterous renditions of famous musicals while spinning backwards, forwards, and sideways over death-defying rapids. The day was warm and sunny and the water was cool and swift. The heavy humidity was rot with smells of the surrounding forest, and our boat was filled with laugher and smiles. But that all changed...
As we rounded a corner our captain noted some jagged metal railroad pieces off to our right and had began to steer us away but we observed that some of the other, less coordinated boats, did not follow suit. We watched in horror as, not one, but two boats smashed against the unforgiving metal tearing into their hulls amidst a loud 'hiss' and an unnatural collapsing of part of the boats. Without hesitation our crew locked in and charged valiantly towards the closest distressed boat. It was filled to the brim with a very pleasant, yet terrified, Indian family.
Our guides shuffled the boats around leaving ours intact and deflated the damaged vessels. The remainder of the rafting trip was a game of how ridiculous we could approach rapids. The annual tradition of someone falling out of the raft was maintained by Missy as we struck a boulder head on and she went sailing out the back. Exhausted and smiling we hauled our raft out of the water at the end of the trip and boarded he buses home. That night we ate, drank, Spaded, and watched blue fire as we continued to solve riddles and brain teasers alike. As with all aging professionals we crashed exhausted at ~10pm.
Our final glorious day was equally action packed as we decided to hike towards a seemingly accessible waterfall. After an interesting dining experience with the locals we set out, Tomb-Raider-style. The Hannahs had done some pre-emptive research by reading a blog, which described a much more adventurous route towards these mystic waterfalls. The day continued to be warm and sunny and tourists were milling around various trailheads with an air of happy-to-be-alive wafting through the valley. We approached an ostensibly recognizable path, however less traveled, and began our epic journey towards these mysterious waterfalls. The once vary plausible trail began to whither and wane into a discernible nothingness. Soon we were scrambling over boulders the size of houses, edging around perilous cliff faces, bush whacking through thick brush filled with monstrously enormous spiders.

What a weekend...
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