So, this weekend I went whitewater rafting! And I didn't write about it until now because I just got sent the pictures. Or something like that.

We headed up to West Virgina on Friday and set up camp. Then we got dinner and hung around the fire having deep conversations about religion. (Paaartaaaay!)

The rafting trip was Saturday. We set out at 0830, which worked out well, because we were among the first groups on the river. The water was cold, but the rafting was awesome. Well, except for the fact that 2 of the 4 people on my side couldn't paddle. Or follow any sort of rhythm. I was maybe thinking about clocking someone with my paddle.

The water was cool, so I didn't swim much. I did get a face full lin one of the rapids. Oh, and at one point we landed on anther boat and I thought we were going to flip. But we didn't.

Interesting fact: The New River is one of the oldest in the world and runs North.

According to our guide, people who cannot are often on her rafting trips. I would like to suggest that if you can't swim, whitewater rafting is probably not a good activity for you.

That night we went back to camp, hung out, played spades, and taught MMatt how to roast marshmallows. Good times!

Anyway, here are some pictures:

Our boat (Heather, the guide, is in the front):

What boats look like from up at the New River Gorge Bridge Overlook:

(Pictures not taken by me or with my camera. For I am so lame that I did not bring one.)