It Was Good to Be Young Then

In my arthritic cottage I love to remember that I went on a “float” trip on a rubber raft on the Snake near Yellowstone. My friend and I were not proficient enough to do real “Whitewater Rafting” but came as close as the very proficient rubber-dinghy pilot could take us. We rode exciting (to us) rapids; we happily bailed with our plastic sand pails; we saw wildlife (eagles and stuff!). We spent a blessed hour communing with the Earth and her blessed waters. When I’m sitting on my walker, waiting for the bus to go to the doctor, I like to remember that I did that!