Sigh. Another river trip has come and gone; a Nick family tradition that I’ve happily been a part of for three years now…just a small fraction of the fifteen years Nick and his father have been driving up to the same town to stay in the same cabins and raft down the same stretch of river. This family is big on traditions, and I love it. This year however, they did things a little differently.
This year the whole family, siblings spouses and children, came up together. With such a big group, we occupied every single cottage except one. I imagine the people in said cottage felt quite jelly. Everyone took turns cooking meals, driving and organizing rafting adventures. Most days were spent in the water, as it was over 100 degrees and we needed to be fully submerged to function properly. We rafted down rapids, jumped off of giant rocks, explored secret swimming holes, hiked through redwood forests and even found the time to visit a few breweries. Because beer was also a necessity to function properly. The whole time it really just felt like camp for adults… and I love camp. Do you ever wish you could go back to summer camp? Maybe just for a day. A whole week is pretty exhausting. I’m not so sure I’d survive an entire summer.