I put my little red camera into a zip loc bag and tested the picture quality through clear plastic.
|Lew agreed to pose with his new ball|
Not too bad, sort of a soft focus effect. Dave put his jeep key into another plastic bag and then into his pocket. We left the phones in the jeep, hidden of course.
They warned us to make sure we had made provisions to keep our sunglasses and hats where they belonged. Dave already had a croakie for his glasses and I bought one for mine at their gift shop. We were all set!
We had booked a 2 hour trip down the Rogue River and into the Hellgate Canyon with Hellgate Excursions based in Grant's Pass. We boarded the open air jet boat with about 40 other people around l:45 this afternoon.
Right off the bat my camera balked at being in its plastic shroud and the lens would not retract. I took the battery out and put it back in, nothing would convince it to retract so I took no pictures. Not that I would really have been able to, I was busy.
The ride through the Canyon was wonderful, the water was clear and swift and the high rock walls were rugged and bare. We encountered a few kayakers and rafters armed with supersoakers that delighted in shooting at us with strong streams of water. Their aggression was met with equal measure. Our captain would turn the boat and shoot his own huge stream of water at the "pirates" carefully swamping them. A game they clearly were asking to play.
I was shocked, even though I was duly warned, when he executed the first "bow dunk" and a wall of water flew over the little windshield and slammed right into our faces. Everyone laughed and cheered but I couldn't see a thing, water in my eyes, behind my sunglasses (I ducked) and my dripping hair hung down over my face. Gasp! I tried to dab my eyes with a tissue to stop the exodus of my eye make up. The bow ducked again and another blast of water hit, but this time I looked (ok, my eyes were closed) directly into it. Gasp! It was a little better because it blew my hair back away from my face this time. I took Dave's hankerchief and again tried to wipe my face. Bam.....another shot of water and I finally realized that Captain Mike was watching me from above and was enjoying my attempts at civility and his ability to circumvent those attempts.
OK, everyone else seemed to be enjoying it immensely so I decided to just join the club. And I did! Who cared if I was soaked to the bone, who cared if I no longer had an intact ponytail? It was hot and the water was cold. The air was fresh and sweet and it was fun to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all!
The captain was a master of this boat. He flew over shallow water, around floating snags, through small rapids as easily as we walk down the street. He dunked us and spun us in wild 360 degree circles and made us scream and laugh and clap. He stopped quietly to allow us to see a young Osprey sitting in a tree overhanging the river.
I'm so glad we went on this ride, I'd do it again in a minute. Next time, though, I think I'll wear a hat to help divert the wave.....
|my jet boat coiffure|