|+ Part 8: post-ecstatic stress +|
Awesome.
It was, without a doubt, one of the best times of my life. I don't know if you can fall in love with a place, but I was totally entranced. Like being in love, I sat slack-jawed and comatose for about a week afterwards, little chance encounters during the day jarring loose yet another glittering memory. The rapids, the moonlit nights, the Kodak-moments with the crew and the other clients. It was like a movie complete with scenes that I replayed again and again in my mind.
I suppose you could call it post-ecstatic stress. For months afterwards, we babbled, almost incoherently, to anyone who cared to listen. We showed our pictures, we told story after story. Even now, I'm amazed at the number of stories that emerged from that trip. It sounds simple: raft down the Colorado for 5 days. And it was simple. The silt-laden waters took us back to what was important, and vital in our lives. I'm not afraid to say that it changed my life. Book a trip, and go. Be washed by the endless river. Feel small. Feel big. Find yourself, and lose the baggage. You will not regret it.
Randy - 9/14/99 |