October 22, 2016
42 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing cold water rushed down from the top of the mountain, four unskilled rafters and a man named Sue…
We began our journey around 10am. Nantahala means “land of the noon day sun” so we froze for two hours, but it was well worth it. The leaves had just started changing colors, beautiful blue birds roamed the sky and the pebbles on the bottom of the river made the water glitter. It was a little too chilly for whitewater rafting that day, but that didn’t stop us-we’re adventurers. So, we bundled up and prayed no one went over board. Although, I’m pretty sure Tim tried to knock Kelli a couple of times. Typical Tim.
Our guide, Sue, was skilled and knowledgeable about the Nantahala. He had been guiding tours for Carolina Outfitters on the Nantahala every summer for ten years. Needless to say, his skills and knowledge came from his years of experience and was impressive. Which was fantastic because I,as always, had plenty of questions.
We rowed while Sue steered. The one nice thing about getting an early start is that we were basically the only ones on the river. So naturally we cruised left to right taking in all the nature and wildlife possible.
After our trip rafting was over we headed down to the canteen area where we listened to German music, watched the kayakers run through an obstacle course (very entertaining) and drank ginger beer, while avoiding the bees and eating nachos.
No one fell over board, but Kelli and I hit heads on the last level 3 rapid look closely…
Next time we’re going down in dinghies. Wish us lucky! I’ll be the one upside down.