Sister Mary Clary and I have a Bucket List. I don't know how seriously she pursues her adventures listed but I know I do not take mine seriously at all. I don't take much of anything seriously actually. I published my Bucket List last year sometime. It is nothing but total Tom Foolery.
Today I have spent hours searching the web for a great cabin for my sister Mary and my brother Jim, their spouses, Darrell and myself to spend a couple of days in pursuing one of Mary's items on her Bucket List. I found the perfect cabin a short three miles outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The owner calls their little hide away tucked neatly in the woods, Goldilocks Haven. I wonder if the Three Bears have stayed there.
No, this luxurious cabin in the woods (4 bedrooms, hot tub, pool table, Internet connection and so much more) is not on her Bucket List. She and my brother have been dreaming of going whitewater rafting for years. Their dream is about to come true.
I've also have had a secret desire to feel the water splash hard against me and feel the exhilaration of dodging big boulders as I float down the river.
Now I am afraid I have waited too long to pursue this adventure. I think I have a torn rotators cuff and I am not sure my shoulder can take that type of abuse but I am going just the same.
We are riding down the Ocoee River in a small plastic raft. The ride is described as "a rampaging ride down the river with nearly continuous whitewater action". That is scary enough but it is a Class III and IV river which means it will be difficult to maneuver with long rapids, powerful irregular waves, dangerous rocks, boiling eddies (whatever that is) and will require powerful and precise maneuvering.
Yeesh! What have I gotten myself into this time?
Observations from a scatterbrained, unorganized, extremely messy,romantic, chai tea drinking, mad hattering, work in progress with an obscenely large lust for life.
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