Pictures from Camp

  

   One of my favorite shots.  As the oldest and the head councilor I got some special privedges.  During this rafting trip I got to sit in the front of the boat doing nothing.  Once went down a rapid with a drop, like hitting a wall.  I flipped out head over heals into the water.
There was a lot of wildlife along the river.  This is a flock of baby ducks following their mother.  The raft scared them and they took off.
This rapid was called Dragon's tooth.  It was a rock sticking up out of the water like a sharp tooth.  We went down this one 5 times and only once did we go the way we wanted to.  Once we hit the rock so hard the raft went half-way up it, then we cart-wheeled off.
Going down.
     The best/worst thing that happened on the river I didn't get a picture of.  I was too busy staying alive.  As we went down a rapid, the boat flipped over.  Everyone was tossed out except me, I was caught under the boat.  Luckily the water was deep and we didn't get banged around much.  We couldn't get the raft turned over, and were being washed into another rapid.  We got all the boys onto the bottom of the boat.  I was the last one on.  When I climbed up I looked around, everything looked so surreal.  The water was was rushing by, but we were sitting still.  One of our throw ropes had come loose and was stuck under a rock.  Suddenly the rope snapped and we shot forward.  We went over a couple of small rapids like then, then a big one.  One of the small boys fell off the back.  I half-jumped, half-fell after him.  With one hand I grabbed his shirt, the fingers of my other hand miraculously found a hand hold on the raft.  I got him back up and someone pulled me on.  We were in slow moving water, so we drifted over to a rock and got the raft flipped.
   Every two weeks we went camping and hiking.  This was the sunset over Smith Lake up on top of a mountain.
  This was another lake up on a mountain.  At this altitude it's so cold the wood in the water won't rot.  
   In one of our resting places there was a log bridge across a stream.  I used to sit here in the sun to read.  One day, this fellow got here first.
   That is me strattling the waterfall. Took me 20 min to get there but it was worth it for the shot. The water was cold up there.
   The Sierra Buttes, highest point where we were.  Some of the boys got altitude sickness going up.  
    Up there the snow still hadn't melted in July.  I started a snowball fight with the kids.
  From the top of a mountain I had climbed up, then repelled down.

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