The Best (& Worst) Rafting Trip of My Life

It's hard to believe it was only last summer that the craziest rafting trip of my life happened.  I ride a thin line in my life, in that I definitely consider myself adventurous and up for (almost) anything, but the moment something goes "wrong," I can often become a big baby about said adventure.  Case in point: rafting.

July 2012, Chris and I went on a rafting adventure with two of our great California friends. We woke up early one Saturday in July and made the trek up to Middle Fork American River where we were promised class III and IV rapids as we journeyed through a beautiful canyon.  

My Introduction to Life in Boulder

The sunshine, the mountains and the friendliness of the locals are what drew me to Boulder.  After months of preparations, I had finally made the big move from San Francisco (elevation: 34’) to Boulder (elevation: 5430’) and I couldn't wait to get out and explore.

Our Unexpected Houseguest

Okay, so this morning, around 3:30am, I got a bit of a surprise.  I woke up to Chris turning off the fan in our bedroom (this is a constant battle with us – I like it on, he likes it off!), and I figured he was trying to be sneaky by turning it off when he thought I was sleeping.

I sleepily asked him what he was doing and he responded, “I need you to get up quietly.”