Whitewater rafting adventure

My dad called and invited me to join he and Janell on a whitewater rafting trip. I like to think I am adventurous, so when opportunities come up I take them. I was so excited and of course agreed. We took a couple hour drive up to Kern river, and this is my view from the backseat. The drive went so fast since I got to relax, chat, and mess around with my phone of course!
We arrived at our cabin for the night. It was a little KOA campground with these funny little cabins. We made the best of the evening hours and took some silly pictures, attempted a game of cards until my dad did a crazy thing and freaked Janell and I out by falling over the fire pit outside of the cabin and scaping up his shin and falling pretty hard. We patched it up and headed to sleep.

I get weird when I get relaxed and have no kids to tend to :) Janell always seems to bring it out of me and I love it!

Here's our little cabin in the morning light and me in my nasty getup (didn't have time to go buy any shorts that fit, so I borrowed my hubby's)

Here's our last photo before we headed out to the whitewater where we had quite the adventure.

We started with an adventure swim that was just plain fun. Then we jumped in the raft and headed downstream. The trip was pretty carefree until my dad, one other guy on our raft, and I all were tossed out of the raft at the very beginning of pretty large rapids. When I came up for my first breath I felt a person clear down to my feet trying to get up. I grabbed onto the life vest and pulled them up, and guess who it was? It was my dad! It was a crazy sight seeing him struggle and people yelling, "feet up, feet up," as we came up to a huge rock. I pushed off with my oar that I was gripping tightly in my hands (that was the one rule I remembered, don't let go of that oar!) After that, I went up and down, side to side. Lost sight of my dad, but had my eyes on that raft I so desperately wanted to get back into. I reached out the oar and tried to link with Janell and the other girl who were still inside the raft. It looked so easy to do before I actually tried it while being tossed to and fro. I gave up on that, swam (more like got tossed) a little closer to the raft. I was close enough to grab the end of an oar reaching out to me from inside the raft. I was pulled closer, grabbed onto the raft and tried to hoist myself inside, but it was impossible! After a while of trying, my sister and the other girl grabbed me by the vest and pulled me in. I was safe, I see the other fellow pulled in on the other side of the raft, but then I asked terrified, "where is my dad?" I looked back to see him looking exhausted, safe in another raft. Whew, what a long 30 seconds!!!
The rest of the day was very intense, as we rowed as hard as we could through those big rapids. We also stopped to jump off a 20 foot rock, which was surprisingly very scary for me. It was a day of memories that I will never forget. Thanks Dad for the adventure, but I will not be going again any time soon. Maybe I'm not quite as adventurous as I initially thought :)