My favorite canyons are wetâ€”preferably with flowing water. Throw in a variety of rock formations/obstacles, some slides, and a few interesting drops and I’m happy. I’ve run a fair number of canyons this year, but one that particularly stands out isÂ Seven Teacups in Kernville, CA. It is a natural waterpark with no lines.
I never got around to posting more photos and blabber about the Rafting trip in June. I intend to remedy that right now.
I have been on a fair number of Extreme Things activities/trips (probably approaching 20 or so) and they have always been fun and very rewarding (even Strawberry Peak which beat me like a bitch), but the Kern Rafting Trip is likely the most fun I have had yet. I don’t know if the astral bodies happened to align perfectly that weekend or if that combination of calendar numbers ignited my joy chakra; but I was constantly in high spirits, bursting with energy, and having a great time all weekend.
Our camp site was directly in the blazing Sunâ€”that weekend was relentless, but the awe-inspiring white-water river nearby more than compensated. We lounged around on immense rocks, explored, foolishly swam through rapids, and tubed. The next day brought the main event, 3-4 trips down separate areas of the River Kern. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. It whet my appetite for rafting. I certainly plan on returning next year, although I want to up the stakesâ€”class 5. I’d love to try out white-water kayaking as well.
The weekend saw the birth of a running gag that may never dieâ€”Team Sausageâ€”the best damn rafting team the Kern has ever seen. There were numerous high points to the weekend, but nothing can top the look on Karl’s face after being launched from our raft into a roaring rapid. That’s when my smile was the widest.
This past weekend was great. I had a great Friday night seeing Brooks off, followed by a hilarity-filled weekend of camping and white water rafting. I’ll give a more detailed recounting after I receive the rest of the photos.