My goodness, has it really been 10 days since our last post. Time flies when you are floating down the river! Our trip down the San Juan was great, although not quite the totally relaxing experience we were hoping for. A freezing first night in camp after a 10-hour drive was not exactly welcoming, but Mr. Sun came out and warmed us up during the rigging of the boats. The first two days on the river were spectacular. Lots of drifting and floating and beer drinking and sunning. Aaaahhhhh, heaven! And the food was all delish!
On Day 3, however, the Evil SOB Wind came from downstream and would not let up, not even for a second. So what was supposed to be our easy, don't-even-put-the-oars-in-the-water day became a horrendous 9-mile slog down the river. Thanks to all the men (and Liane) for getting us downstream!! I hope someone got pictures of our five-boat barge!
Then the next day was over before we knew it and it was time to derig. The trip home started out fine, but once we hit Moab, we discovered that the mountains between us and home were being hit by a spring snow. James and Mark were our champions and got us safely over two passes, all while towing a 16-foot trailer. We were in bed by 4 a.m. Thursday. Today, Monday, I feel like I am almost recovered from the ordeal, and I didn't even drive or row!
But, really, it was great and a fantastic group of people, including two stellar six-year-olds ... yes, you, Katya and Pearl.
Pearl and Katya (and Chris and Greg)
For now, I must get back to work.
On Day 3, however, the Evil SOB Wind came from downstream and would not let up, not even for a second. So what was supposed to be our easy, don't-even-put-the-oars-in-the-water day became a horrendous 9-mile slog down the river. Thanks to all the men (and Liane) for getting us downstream!! I hope someone got pictures of our five-boat barge!
Then the next day was over before we knew it and it was time to derig. The trip home started out fine, but once we hit Moab, we discovered that the mountains between us and home were being hit by a spring snow. James and Mark were our champions and got us safely over two passes, all while towing a 16-foot trailer. We were in bed by 4 a.m. Thursday. Today, Monday, I feel like I am almost recovered from the ordeal, and I didn't even drive or row!
But, really, it was great and a fantastic group of people, including two stellar six-year-olds ... yes, you, Katya and Pearl.
Pearl and Katya (and Chris and Greg)
For now, I must get back to work.
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