I am on the trip because of my friend Whitewater. This will be his last trip through the canyon as a boatman, and most likely even as a raft potato (that’s my job this trip). He has the shakes — Parkinson’s at 53 — two years older than me.. There are many others on the trip for exactly the same reason. I start this entry this way because of the day I’ve had.
Day three on the river:
Got dumped (along with Uli) on the first rapid of the day — not by Whitewater but by MarkMark on Chris’ smaller faster raft. Two rapids later Jimbo and Sarah’s raft flipped after hitting a “hole”. Their boat had the majority of the 123 liters of wine. As I sit here, our medical team has just taken a chunk of flesh of another boatman’s finger that got smashed in another rapid. All the accidents were before lunch. The surgery before dinner.
Wish you were here — as they say on postcards.
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