Remember how I bragged about my rafting trip under the largest water fall in the world? How I scoffed at the ahem, trip I'd be totally fine taking in the Poconons. LET ME TELL YOU! I was So wrong. That place is NUTS. I dressed in Lesley Evers, wasn't at all worried it'd get wet. Had on my sunny's and laughed at my gf's suggestion to leave them behind in case they fell off, as if!
OMG the trip started off peaceful and calm (as I secretly laughed to myself that paddling down this pond would be a cake walk.) Then.... the rapids were crazy. They had opened some dam and just as we hit an un-forseen rock I fell out. I'm not kidding--the rapids literally tore me away (far away) from my boat. I was So scared. I'm fine. I lived (after a demonic, exorcist temper tantrum) husband retrieved me and got me back on our raft. BTW, the sunglasses stayed on my head!!!
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