I had never been whitewater rafting before. Being the un-athletic, bookish person that I am, I was hesitant. I was fearful of spilling into a cold river. All I can say now is...When can I go again?
We traveled for an afternoon trip on the Little Pigeon River. We were outfitted with life jackets, helmets, and paddles, and told to wait. We would be assigned to a raft with another group and a guide. Since our group of three are rather - let’s be nice - out of shape, we thought they would pair us with some strong, athletic types. When we saw the other family we knew...we were the athletes of the group!
We were bused to the river and given guidance on what to do and how to survive. Rule #1, listen to the guide. Rule #2, listen to the guide. You get the idea.
Our guide was fantastic. He had us paddling in rhythm and working as a team. He was the lead guide for that outing. They released seven rafts on the Little Pigeon river. Ours was the only one that didn't get stranded on a rock, flip, lose passengers, or spring a leak.
We didn't shy away from the rough water, either. We all loved it. I'm planning my next summer trip.