One of our favorite summer activities is to float the Boise River. It is a six-mile float that takes approximately two to three hours. For this float, we were a group of eleven; our grands and our daughter-in-law, and her brother and his family. We had three rafts, and one person on a paddle board.
We filled up our rafts at the fill station, made sure we had the appropriate number of life jackets and headed down the river. I must say, that every time I get on the water, I wonder why I don't do it more often, it is just so relaxing and enjoyable! HA!
After several hours of floating and chatting, enjoying watching the kids, the baby ducks and other wildlife, we were nearing the end of our time on the water; it was then that Joe and I got hung up on the edge of the river; you see, while most of the float is just that, a float with little effort, there are a few tricky areas that actually need attention. There are rapids and undertows that sometimes require more effort to stay in the right area of the river, to avoid getting pulled towards the bank.
My first thought was, "Great!" My second thought was, "I wonder how far we are from the end?"
Somehow we managed to get close to the rest of our group, and I asked if anyone had something that we could use to "bail out", thinking that would solve our problem; but evidently, there was no magic bucket! I think that they did not believe that we really were in serious danger; but it quickly became apparent, just how much water we were taking on, and that we truly were going to sink!
The rest was a bit of a blur, but I remember my daughter-in-law's brother trying to desperately get me into their raft, but because we were so low in the water, and his raft was so high, I could not launch myself into their boat; things were getting "real", quickly!
He had no choice but to stay in his raft with the kids, and I watched our group quickly float down the river, and out of sight.
As I am standing there, with water rushing down the river, my mind is racing; I do not know what to do. After a few moments of trying to stand up, hold onto the raft and the backpack, it becomes clear that something has got to go. I tell Joe that I cannot hang onto the raft, that the river is pulling the raft away from me, too strongly, and I cannot hang on, any longer. He says, "Well, then let it go!"
So, I did! Guess what happened?
Yup, Joe, and the raft were swept down the river, and I was left standing in the middle of the river alone! Now, what???
Shortly, I see rafts coming towards me. I think, GREAT! Someone will certainly "pick me up" and I can float to the end of the river with them. I will be rescued; I will be saved! I stick out my hitchhiking thumb and start saying that I need help.
Oddly enough, seeing an old lady in the middle of the river startles some, and confuses others. They start to paddle around me before they get to me, and as they are passing they say, "Are you OK? Do you need help?"
Duh! REALLY???? I answer, "No! I am NOT OK and YES! I need help!" As they pass me by....too late to help. I watch as raft, after raft float by me and I wonder what will happen? Is there a rescue team even in place for situations like this? I can't be the only person that has ended up in the river, right? Will someone report an old lady standing in the river to someone? Is there a someone that will help? Talk about feeling all alone, up a creek, without a paddle! lol
I was truly beginning to get scared and wondered just what was going to happen, just how long would I be able to stand there, and what exactly happens when standing is no longer an option? Should I try to turn around and sit down and let the water take me? Should I try to walk further downriver? Should I just continue to stand there and pray for rescue? I just did not know.
Well, it wasn't long before the universe made that decision for me. As luck would have it, coming towards me were three guys on inner tubes; they were locked together, deep in conversation and did not see me. I began to yell, "Help! Help!" and by the time they heard me, it was too late!
They ran right over me! Knocked me into the water and drug me across the rocks. I had one leg in front of me and one behind, I was being banged up and tossed over the rocks like a rag doll. I looked up long enough to see their horrified faces, further down the river and then they were gone.
At this point, I had lost all control; the river had taken over and my mind was racing. I didn't want to be the old lady on the news that drowned in Boise River, so I knew that I could not panic. The thought that kept going through my mind, over and over was, "Keep your head above water, and don't let it hit the rocks!"
I quickly realized that this is how people die when they find themselves in rushing water; it is bad enough that the water is quickly carrying you downstream, but the most dangerous part is all of the rocks and debris that it slams you over.
I tried my very best to remain calm and kept repeating to myself, that I was aware of the danger, and that I could float, and that eventually, I would get to a calmer part of the river, and hopefully maybe even make it to the end. Most importantly, I remembered not to panic!
I was also hoping and praying that someone had reported a crazy lady in trouble and that someone would come to my rescue. I guess you could say that I was praying for a miracle and my life.
He told me, "Don't worry, we've got you now. Can you get your leg up on our raft?" Hahahaha! That would be a big fat NO! I told him that every muscle felt like jelly, and could I just hang on?
He told me to keep my legs up, as best as I could, and we hit more rocks; at this point, I think I was a bit numb and didn't feel pain, just me actually hitting the rocks. I did manage to hoist myself halfway up on to his inner tube, where I thanked him profusely. I told him what happened, and he told me not to worry, and assured me that everything was going to be OK, that they would get me to safety.
Shortly, he said, "Is that your husband on the bank?" I looked around and there were Joe and Joey: out of the water. Apparently, somehow Joe had managed to get to the side, and Joey, (my daughter-in-law's brother) had managed to stop his raft, a bit downriver, and had come back to look for us.
I said, "Yes" so he took us over to the side of the river, and "dropped" me off! Yay, for dry land, but not yay for the bank of rocks that I had to climb over to get there. They were loose and my body was like a shaking bowl of jelly. I could barely think, and was so relieved that I was alive, that everything seemed to move in slow motion.
At some point, I realized that I still had the small backpack and handed it to Joe, so that I could climb up the bank of rocks. It was then that I remember thinking that it was going to be the first thing that I let go of, in case of an emergency! haha Like being washed downriver wasn't an emergency! Shockingly, I still had the backpack, my sunglasses, and even my hat!
Once I reached the green belt, that runs along the Boise River, I don't remember much; I remember thinking that we still needed to get to the takeout area of the river to rejoin our group. I also remember wondering how far that was, Joe was already headed in that direction, so I just followed along; apparently I was "complaining" and I remember Joe saying that it was beyond a fence that we could see, and that as slowly as I was walking, it would take a week to get there, so I said, "Well then maybe you should just go on without me!"
To my surprise, that is just what he did!
So here I am hobbling down the greenbelt, alone; the first thing that I realize is how great adrenaline actually is, and how horrible it is when it starts to return to normal. I looked down and saw that my feet were pretty banged up, and noticed that every single step was starting to hurt more and more. All I could think of was "Bueller, Bueller..." (think "Ferris Bueller" principal walking down the road, after being beat up)
Eventually, I managed to stop a bicyclist, and asked them just how far it was to Ann Morrison Park, where they took the rafts out; she told me that it was at LEAST one mile. One MILE??? I knew that there was no way that I was going to be able to walk that far, on my feet, as they were hurting more and more with each step.
I once again, I went into that "What am I going to do mode?" I was barely hobbling along at this point, and as I was contemplating my options, I saw Boise State University just up ahead; I thought that if I could make it there, that a bright light would come on, and tell me what to do. I wondered if I just sat there and waited, that eventually, my group would be able to find me; or not?
Once I reached the parking lot, I saw a young man, thankfully, standing near his car. I began to hobble towards him, as fast as I could go. I said hello, and asked whether or not he would be interested in helping an old lady who was in desperate need.
I told him that I needed to reunite with my family at Ann Morrison Park, that my raft had sunk, and I was stranded: he asked if I wanted to call them, and I quickly realized that I did not know my daughter-in-law's phone number and that our cell phone was likely in the car, at the top of the river. So much for modern conveniences, right? lol
I think I was in a bit of shock, of the whole situation and was amused at how everyone just went on about their business, in a matter of fact sort of way! Thankfully, my daughter-in-law listened to my tale of woe, which helped me to regain my senses. We laughed about the craziness of the situation, as I was still shaking inside.
Looking back, I am grateful to be alive, and I realize just how important it is to keep your wits about you in a dangerous situation. And when being washed downstream, be sure to keep your head above water and don't let it smack any rocks, don't fight the current and do not panic. Point your legs downstream and hang on for the ride!
Also, be grateful for your angels; they often show up when you least expect them and more often than not, they are complete strangers.
Never forget how quickly life can change; one moment you may be floating peacefully downriver, and the next you may be in for a fight for your life. Live each moment with gratitude and be ready to jump in with both feet, at all times.
I thank God for keeping me safe and allowing me to be here to share this adventure. Life is quite a ride!
On a side note, other than being extremely bruised and banged up, I am OK. I had to crawl around on my sore knees for a few days because my heels were so badly injured, but the best news of all is that my surgeon, who repaired my rotator cuff nine months ago, did an AWESOME job!!! My shoulder is 100% intact!
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