Every year, my brother-in-law plans a Snake River rafting trip. Some years we go, some years we don't, This year we went, although I was nervous about it because of the wet, cold spring we had. I didn't want to camp in the cold or the mud. But it turned out to be a fun trip. We left on Wednesday and stopped at my good friend Sandy's house. She lives about 1/2 hour from the river. We spent the night and then she gave us a tour of the mine she works at the next day. Later we joined my family at the campsite.
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| The view from Sandy's house in Auburn, WY. |
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| This is what Sandy drives. What fun! |
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| Sandy and Elise |
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| A view from the top |
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| The river was deeper, faster and different this year. After 6 out of 9 passengers were dumped out of the boat on the first run, including the guide, I opted out this year. I just don't like being cold and wet and scared. |
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| So, it was 2 years ago, July 5th that I met Lane for the first time. The river trip was the first time that my family met him. So I thought that I'd use this trip as a symbolic time to purge. During our relationship, I had made a book of memories, pictures and love letters. I found some quiet time in the mornings in front of the fire and burned it, page by page. This was the last page I burned. I took a picture of it, and if Lane ever bothers me again, I will send it to him. |
