Monday, September 28, 2009

Rogue River Raft Trip--A Class Four Wreck on a Class Two Riffle

We were lucky enough to have one last trip this season on the Rogue River, September 18-21. We were a big group, 11 people and 5 rafts. Most folks were seasoned rafters, with the exception of my nephew and his wife, who were newbies to the Rogue and rafting without a guide.

 
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The Rogue is an exciting river with a number of class IV rapids, but mostly, it's the less dangerous Class I through Class III rapids which are fun white water with few problems. Below you can read descriptions of the classes.

Class I:
Moving water with a few riffles and small waves. Few or no obstructions.

Class II:
Easy rapids with smaller waves, clear channels that are obvious without scouting. Some maneuvering might be required.

Class III:
Rapids with high, irregular waves. Narrow passages that often require precise maneuvering.

Class IV:
Long, difficult rapids with constricted passages that often require complex maneuvering in turbulent water. The course may be hard to determine and scouting is often necessary.

Class V:
Extremely difficult, long, and very violent rapids with highly congested routes, which should be scouted from shore. Rescue conditions are difficult, and there is a significant hazard to life in the event of a mishap. The upper limit of what is possible in a commercial raft.

Class VI:
The difficulties of Class V carried to the extreme. Nearly impossible and very dangerous. For teams of experts only. Involves risk of life. Class VI rapids are not commercially raftable.

We had assured our 2 newbies that the first day had very little to worry about. There was one class five rapid, but we would go down a side passage that is rocky, but not threatening. So it was really an unlikely event that we (Mike and me) got hung up on a rock within the first half-hour after launch. Since we were the first of our party of 5 rafts to go down this minor rapid, the rest of our party had opportunities to decide how to help us out. The first raft trough decided to give us a bump, hoping to free us. What they didn't know was that we were on a wedge shaped rock and the bump only pushed us further up on the rock. Another raft passed through the rapids to our right, one to our left, and raft five got distracted thinking about how to help us, and bumped into us directly. They were stuck also, and by high-siding (all people sitting on the high side of the raft) avoiding flipping. However, their situation was really scary. They had everyone on the upper part of the raft, but the lower portion was completely underwater.

The odd thing was that our precarious position was so stable. Neither raft seemed able to move at all. The rest of our party were busy throwing us ropes and trying to figure out how to help us. But despite all their efforts we remained 2 stuck rafts, with one raft mostly underwater for the next 10 or more minutes. At some point my niece-in-law, Traci, moved into our raft and after many minutes of trying to figure out how to get our raft moving, yet keep the raft above us from flipping, she and I started jumping on the bow floor of the raft. We also had a rope pulling us and the two men in the other raft pushing with all their force. We began to feel slight movement, and quarter-inch by quarter-inch we moved to the left of the rock. As we broke free, the other raft miraculously moved the other direction with the underwater side of the raft surfacing.

All of us were safe, our gear was still in our rafts, and we felt lucky to have had a fairly harmless reminder of how quickly even small rapids can turn serious in a moment. Of course, there was a lot of discussion about how the whole incident occurred. We had a lot of drying out to do, too. There were many lessons learned on that rock, but most importantly was never take the force of the water for granted. When rafting, no matter how small the white water, you have to always be alert.

The rest of our trip was wonderful, exciting, but without further incidents. The temperature range was pretty drastic.

 
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Fellow rafter, Julie, dressed for the cold mornings.

 
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By afternoon we were all looking for ways to cool off.

 
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Several rafts tried a new trick of standing with rope in hand while going down a smaller rapid.

 
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The wildlife was abundant--deer, otter, bald eagles, ducks, geese, and many heron. Can you find the two well-camouflaged GBH's (great blue herons) in this photo?

The fall light was exceptional showing off the canyons and on the rocks. Here are some favorite shots I took on the trip.

 
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And we all ended the trip smiling!

 
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Time with the Grandkids

When you don't live nearby your grandchildren, it's difficult to have the kind of familiarity with them you desire. So when our daughter Rachel and her husband Josh asked Mike and me to take care of the kids over an extended Labor Day holiday, we jumped at the chance.

 
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Here are our grand kiddies, Marin and Noah. Marin and I have always had a great bond and appreciation for each other, Noah has been quite a different story--crazy about Dabbadoo (Mike), but cool toward me. Well, cool is really an understatement. He would rarely let me hold him or get close to him. I've always figured that would change as he learned how much fun I was.

So being alone with us over five days, Noah learned that I could provide things he needed, like getting out of his crib and getting a peanut butter sandwich. Before long he was calling me "Mimi" and reaching for me. It was great.

We had lots of fun while up north. Now that our other daughter and granddaughter have moved, we were able to take all three grandchildren on outings. Here we are going to OMSI.

 
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Noah and Dabbadoo on the move.

 
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Angelica and Marin get to handle reptiles.

 
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Noah and Dabbadoo play foxes.

Another day, Meg and I took the three kids to the zoo. She pulled the girls in the wagon and I had Noah in a stroller.

 
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Three little eagles in their nest.

 
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Noah gets up-close and personal with a goat.

I have to say that I was thoroghly pooped out at the end, yet very happy to have spent so much time with Noah and Marin.

And before leaving for home I got to go with Angelica and her mom to the first day of school.

 
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As I drove home, I was thinking about how much energy it takes to be a parent of young kids... And how crazy those 60 year old women are who use modern medical science to get pregnant... And aren't their doctors nuts, too?...And how hard my daughters and son-in-law work and play...And was I tired all the time when I was the mother of two little girls?...And how do single parents do it?

Little did I know that I would be returning two days later.

Rachel has MS. She has been in pretty much sympton free for eight years. She has two kids, works full time, keeps a neat and tidy home and runs half-marathons. But on Friday we got a call that she was ill. Meg had to go pick her up from work. After a visit to her specialist, she was off to the hospital to get the first of a series of steroid infusions. Saturday afternoon I felt compelled to help out. I spent the next few days helping with the kids, trying to keep the laundry done, keep the toys picked up, etc.

It has been eight years since Rachel had an exacerbation of multiple sclerosis. But she says she's always waiting for it, knowing it can happen at anytime. Due to the new medications available, she enjoys a full life, but an exacerbation is scary and debilitating. And since Meg has not found a job yet, she has been available to help out getting Noah and Marin to daycare and kindergarten, getting Rachel to the hospital for treatments, etc.

Rachel is doing better and I came home yesterday to get ready for an upcoming raft trip down the Rogue River. Life is full for sure.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

What Can You Do?

When your daughter and granddaughter move away to a new town what can you do? You can't get them a job, You can't make sure their are no bullies on the playground. You can't have them over for dinner. You can't wave your magic wand and make the move seamless. But...

 
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you can take a 2nd hand table and paint your spiritual message to them.

The centerpiece is the compass rosette.

 
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With this in sight, they can always figure out where they are, where they need to go, and find their way there.

Next, they need the message that the Universe is a supportive place, helping more than hindering.

 
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The warm and friendly sun smiles down.

 
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The moon blesses us with a serenity for a good night's sleep and happy dreams.

 
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And a wonderful dinner table makes for happy meals with good conversations, a great place to play games, and an interesting spot to do homework.

May your move be terrific!