We're OK

We got home from our annual Memorial Day Desolation/Grey river trip yesterday. It might be our last annual trip as permits for the river are going to be award by a lottery system, so it will be the luck of the draw whether or not we get a permit.

Day 1: Windy and Warm  

Luckily Thomas knew how to tie the boats together.



As John put it "because of  a windy forecast and aging rowers including 2 with heart issues" we decided to motor the first day.  We have always looked at groups using motors with derision (and slight envy) as they cruised past us on the flat water of the first day. We need to get between 25 and 30 miles in that day to not have extra long days the rest of the trip. Normally, with swift, high water due to snow run off and calm weather this is entirely doable by rowing. But after our last trip with high winds blowing us up river and very little snow melt this year we wanted a little more horse power.



Three rafts in the back and two in the front.



 

John as captain of our flotilla 





After a few false starts with the motor we were on our way cruising at about 4-6 miles an hour even with the wind blowing up river at 20 mph. It was like a great bit party boat or "Water World" depending on your outlook. We even saw a bear on the shore trying to chase us down river! We easily made 25 miles and were in camp by 3:30 that afternoon and had an excellent spaghetti dinner prepared by Roark and Melanie





Day 2: Very Windy

We started our second day very optimistically with clear skies and fairly warm temperatures. We separated into our individual rafts because the river narrowed, sped up and formed more rapids. Unfortunately the predicted high winds arrived. By that afternoon Brett was clocking winds gust up to 30 mph which is enough to stop a raft dead in the water even with a strong current. Some time in the afternoon after fighting winds for a while three of our rafts pulled over to regroup after going through a tricky rapid. Roger, Rachel and Ann's boat soon joined us but Roark and Melanie's raft was no where to been seen. We finally spotted Melanie up river on the shore waving at us, but we couldn't figure out what she was trying to tell us. So we had no choice but to wait. Finally we saw their boat coming around the river bend and every thing was OK. They had just pulled over to wait out the wind for a while. We decided we needed a some kind of signal to let others know everyone was OK. Kerri and Anikka came up with this:

OK spelled out with body language.

Even Thomas was a little worried, he was rowing Annie's little yellow boat with Monica and said he thought they might flip if he didn't keep the bow or stern pointed down river. We stopped after 15 miles around 4:30 at a somewhat sheltered camp site and were glad we did. The wind continued to howl up to 45 miles an hour. We managed a quick dinner of pulled pork sandwiches, eaten standing up with no plates or silverware before we retreated to our tents to get out of the wind. 

Day 3: Windy and Cold

We got up to clear skies, but the temperature had dropped . (By that I mean probably highs in the 60s.)  But we were hopeful the wind wouldn't blow. It did. I finally had John pull over so I could put on some tights under my splash pants. When all else fails I rowed the boat to warm up. But it wasn't so cold that Thomas didn't get Caleb into the water! 

All the wind was almost forgotten when the day ended with a fabulous sandy beach camp, warmer sunny skies, hot water to wash our face and hair and dutch oven lasagna and cobbler for dinner. 

Day 4: Breezy and Cool

The Lingards and Bennetts



The girls: Kerri, Anikka, Jeanne, Annie, Melanie, Monica, Haley, Rachel and Ann!



John-dear, the reason I go.

Last day on the river. A successful trip. I often wonder why I do these river trips. They take a lot of time, are a lot of work, and cause a lot of anxiety. But I get to spend time with people I love. The family time is priceless. It is worth the cold, the uncomfortable conditions, even the anxiety. I get to be with my dear husband John, who works so hard to make these trips work. This trip I was able to watch Annie row rapids with confidence, in her own boat. I watched Thomas tenderly take care of Monica the way his father has always taken care of me. I saw Monica, on her second camping trip ever, be brave, cheerful and helpful when I was sure she wasn't feeling that way because she knew the trip was important to Thomas. I have gotten to know a brother in law, Roger in a way I never would have imagined him. He is funny strong and loves the river to the point he swam all last winter to be strong enough for Joe Hutch Canyon Rapid! I laugh and cry and eat with my brothers and sisters and know how lucky I am that we are a family who enjoys each other's company. 

I am a little stronger after every river trip. I have conquered fear for a time. Each time I face a rapid or row the boat is a victory. The beautiful river calms my soul. I know that I am OK.

Thanks Mom

Jayne, Brett, Jeanne, Stacey, Shelley, Roark, Ann. (Jayne and I are wearing
 our first store bought Easter dresses.) Probably 1968

Today is mother's day. I have been thinking a lot about my mom lately because of things she is going through with dad. When I was growing up I could never understand  it when girls would complain about their mothers. I couldn't think of a thing wrong with mine. I tried, so I could say something when the other girls were whining, but there was nothing to say. She made us clothes, cooked dinner every night, treated Jayne and me as two separate individuals not as twins, didn't get too mad when we didn't clean our room, (except for the one time when mom got mad at us for being so messy because poor Stacey had share a room with two slobs. Jayne and I then separated all the stuff on the floor into three piles and counted how much was in each pile. Mom was very surprised when each pile had just about the same number of things. But she did apologize. Stacey got her own room in the basement shortly after that.) and was almost too fair with all of us kids (she counted out Easter candy so we all got the same amount of jelly beans in our baskets.) 

Mom with Roark and Jeanne and Jayne, 1956

I am the person I am today because of my mother. She taught us how to do things by letting us do. She let us make cookies, cakes, brownies on our own as soon as we could master the oven and mixer, and was genuinely pleased when we made things as well as she did. She later told me how hard it was to let us get the kudos when she could have received them herself. She taught us how to sew by teaching us the basics, and then use her machine to make our clothes helping us when we asked, but not taking over. I remember I made my Easter dress in junior high out of a bright lavender early 70s print, and just when I was cutting the bottom to make the hem even, I accidentally cut the main fabric of the dress. I was devastated, but mom very matter of factly patched the hole so it was hardly noticeable. 

Ann, Mom,, Roark, Dad and Jayne (sitting)  July 1976

Last month when I was in Mexico I told Kerri my sister-in-law how much I admired her interest in how other people live. She was as interested in the luxurious high rise condos as she was where the handy man, Nacho, lived without electricity, running water or plumbing. And I admired Melanie, my other sister-in-law, who was so determined to snorkel, even though the weather and seas were not conducive to snorkeling. Melanie just laughed and said it was like being in a gigantic blender, water, sand and bits of sea weed swirling madly around her. But she wanted to do it so she did. I was content to sit on the patio and be warm and dry. I wondered if I was the boring one. But Kerri pointed out that my brothers and sisters and I all have the ability to see what needs to be done and figure out how to do it efficiently and quickly. Mom taught us that when we were cleaning the house for company, getting ready to go on vacation, or giving a party. I guess I'm not even aware I do that, it comes so naturally.

So thanks Mom. I love you.