Day 34

Last night, we were looking forward to a campfire. We got back to the campsite, lit a fire, settled in, and fifteen minutes later we heard the rustle of the trees followed by rain drops. We dashed into our tent and went to sleep.

We spent the day on the New River white water rafting. G3 had been asking for an adventure outing all summer but the rapids in Montana were only class II and III. Not nearly the adrenaline rush that would make any of us happy. Here in West Virginia they are as high as class IV and V. Finding an outfitter that had room for us last minute was a bit tricky, but we got one.

Sadly, the river level was low — not much rain in the last two weeks — so the water wasn’t moving terribly fast and the rapids weren’t as frothy as we we’d have liked, but we still had a fantastic time. None of us fell out of the boat. However, G3 and I took every opportunity to tip ourselves out of the boat to go swimming. The river was warm, much warmer than Superior. But the air was unseasonably chilly. So every time I got out of the water I was cold. G3 didn’t seem to react to the change in temperature. He made fun of me for shivering. One of the highlights of the day was jumping into the river from a rock. A 20 foot jump. Talk about adrenaline. Kati sat that one out.

After the trip we got free soda and beer to sip while we watched a video of our adventure. I left my phone in the car to keep it dry while on the water so I took pictures of the video. Hence the poor quality of the pictures.

For dinner — our last dinner on the road 😞 — we went out for pizza. It was okay. No one — outside of Italy — does pizza like NYC.