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Unless You’re From Texas

Posted: July 1st, 2009 | Author: Carter Rabasa | Filed under: Wedding | Tags: , | Comments Off

“Make sure your wetsuit is rolled over your water boots… unless you’re from Texas.”

This was a joke repeated in different forms by our canyoning guides as we prepared for our trip. I grew up in Virginia telling West Virgina jokes, so now the shoe is on the other foot.

Our primary guide was a giant named Sebastian. He was about 6’3″ and looked like a young Magnus Ver Magnusson. This guy was a badass. He would leap headfirst off a rock ledge, flip in the air, and land precisely where he needed to in order to avoid being pulverized by rocks under the river. We’re talking 3-point accuracy.

So, as you can gather, Carrie and I went canyoning. It’s sort of like white water rafting, minus the rafts and plus a bunch a hairy jumps and slides down waterfalls. It was… extreme. We spent about 5 hours making our way through this canyon, being told where to jump, where to land, and how to slide.

I would usually jump first, into these deep and cold pools of water, with shockingly strong currents. I’d turn around, treading water or clinging to a wall and wait for Carrie to arrive. She would splash down and then the bouyancy of her life vest would bob her up, where an expression of pure panic would be plastered on her face. Classic!

Anyway, the trip concluded with a hearty meal of sandwiches, chips and beer. The beer was abundant, so I polished off three by the time we got back to the hostel (road beers are ok). I napped like a baby that evening.


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