Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know. ~Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl
August 1, 2024. Ever since last summer when I was with my friend Beth who was mulling over the possible scenarios in which she could celebrate her 70th birthday, I’ve been thinking of a momentous way to herald my own. Not that I’m anything special–I just never really expected to live this long, considering past behavior, so I wanted to make a memory of some sort. In any event, if ever there was a reason to celebrate something (especially these days), a milestone birthday fits the bill.
For years, my daughter and I talked about taking a mother-daughter trip of some sort but, except for the time we met in Nashville to run a half-marathon together, it’s just never happened for one reason or another. I was determined to find something fun for us to do together that didn’t cost and arm and a leg, wasn’t too far from home, and didn’t last more than three days. I love my daughter immensely, but three days of togetherness is enough for both of us.
I knew that whatever it was that we’d end up doing would be something outdoors and that it would involve water somehow. Those are two loves Kate and I have very much in common. So, after researching the web for possibilities, I presented an idea that looked like a lot of fun: white water rafting on the Ocoee River in the southeast corner of Tennessee, little more than 200 miles from where we are in Western Kentucky. Without any reservation whatsoever Kate accepted, and I made reservations with an outfitter I found on Trip Advisor. This was sometime in the spring. I didn’t give the trip another thought until last Saturday when I was packing.
Neither of us had ever been white water rafting, so we had no idea what to expect. Unlike traveling in the RV, I had done absolutely no research on where we were going, other than getting driving directions. “Life” has happened since I made the reservations…like buying a house unexpectedly. I had other things to do.
The magnitude of what we’d gotten ourselves into didn’t actually hit us until Kate picked up a brochure at the outfitter I’d chosen, Quest Expeditions, and read that the Ocoee River is primarily made up of Class III and IV rapids. Not only that, but the quarter-mile kayaking event at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics took place here. That last part caused her concern, but it only peaked my interest and got my adrenaline pumping even more.
We were two of 54 rafters with Quest on the full-day rafting trip. Several other outfitters were there at the same time we were, each one with their own color of rafts, life jackets and helmets. All in all, there were more than 30 rafts and well over 200 people out on the river when we started out, not to mention the individual kayakers. It was organized chaos at its best. Each outfitter put in all its rafts before the next outfitter did and, thanks to the color-coding, rafts more or less stayed together the entire 10-mile trip. I was impressed by how several businesses could operate on the river–especially this river–concurrently and peaceably.
Ten miles of thrills and spills over rapids with names like Table Saw, Broken Nose, and Hell’s Half Mile made the afternoon one of the most memorable of my life! Kate and I were paired up with a family of four, them in front and us in back. Our captain and guide, a big man who went by the name ‘Farmer,’ remained at the stern, his paddle acting as our boat’s rudder. When the paddling was easy, he’d talked about how white water rafting on the Ocoee River came to be or his own rafting experiences. Otherwise, he was yelling out paddling instructions, “Forward 1!” or “Forward 2!” when needed to avoid treacherous rocks, and “Drop down!” when we had to hit the deck to avoid being thrown out of the boat. He was a good captain: very aware of the massive rocks, both protruding and hidden. Our boat almost got swamped at , but we didn’t capsize.
Words can’t come close to describing the RUSH that accompanied both the thrill or the terror of chuting the rapids or crashing into waves, but the bottom line is that Kate and I both loved it and are hooked! We’ve already singled out certain family members we’d like to invite to make for a fun-filled, laugh-infused adventure the next time we do this. Next time! Oh well, it’s fun to dream. Especially when one peruses through all the photos Quest took and zooms in; some of the facial expressions are priceless.
For as long as I can, I want to live life to the fullest. I’m grateful for the ability to go on such an adventure. I’ll never forget it, that’s for sure!
Peace. Love. Hugs. ~Maria