Jeremy and I both love whitewater rafting. Living in Houston, however, means that we don't have many opportunities to go. So, when we found out we were going to get to vacation in Colorado, Jeremy immediately started researching places to raft. He booked a trip out of Idaho Springs, which was about an hour from where we were staying. When we first arrived in Colorado it was pretty hot. The temperature got up to about 80 degrees in the middle of the day, so we thought we would be fine to go rafting.
A cold front blew in, though, the morning of our trip and temperatures dropped to the low 40s. It was drizzling rain as well. The whole drive to the launch place I kept thinking that there was NO WAY I wanted to go rafting in this weather. I must have told Jeremy 7 times, "Babe, I think we might freeze to death. Seriously." He just smiled and said we'd be fine. By the time we arrived in Idaho Springs, though, he had changed his mind. He begged the manager for a refund of our money for the trip. Jeremy tried explaining to them that we were from Houston and not used to even being outside when it was 40 degrees, let alone getting wet in that kind of weather. No luck. No refund. The man assured us that we wouldn't freeze to death. He was from Ireland, not Houston.
So, we suited up and prepared to get soaking wet with water that had been snow just 10 hours prior to our ride. That means the water was about 40 degrees as well. My teeth were already chattering when we climbed into the boat. I kept thinking, "
We must be crazy. Why are we doing this? Why did I think this would be fun?"
In the first picture our guide is telling us all the different ways to survive when we get thrown into the water. There's one way if you are the
only one thrown out, another if
everyone is thrown out, another if the boat flips and you get trapped underneath, etc...Then he told us we had 7 minutes to get out of the water before hypothermia set in.
7 minutes. I'm not sure my brain could even think fast enough to remember which rule to follow before my 7 minutes was up. Again, "
I must be crazy. This is so stupid.
This guy is talking about swimming in melted snow when it's 40 degrees outside and drizzling rain."

Reluctantly, we launched and I prayed. I think we were all a little nervous about going overboard, especially when we got to our first class 3 rapid. Maybe we should have signed up for the beginner's ride!

All of the other rafting trips I've been on have been pretty family oriented. So, the guide and maybe one or two other men did all the work. But this ride was for intermediate riders and we all had to work very hard the whole trip. Forward 1! Back 2! Lean left, lean right, all paddle! It was a workout.

After 30 minutes of class 3 rapids, our guide told us that the fun was just beginning. He wasn't kidding. See one of the class 4 rapids:

Where did we go? We all managed to stay in the boat, but emerged soaking wet. At this point of the trip my left foot began to lose all feeling. It was buried in the side under water so that I wouldn't fall out. It was taking it for "team body" :) More class 4 rapids:

Then, the "float" to the end. I call it a float because it was nothing compared to what we had just come through, but this is actually where the "beginner ride" takes place.

All in all, it was a blast! A freezing, exhausting, foot numbing blast :) I'm really proud that we rode so well and didn't fall out. I'm glad I did it. Next time we go rafting, though, it's going to have to be somewhere out east or in the dead heat of Colorado summer. Because this ride was just crazy!