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The Snake River

We pulled the raft out of the frigid river while trying to fight off the cold. Amassing ourselves on the dock, our group waited for a ride back to camp. We had just finished rafting down the Snake River in Idaho – a frenetic, 6-mile trip. After being thrown into the water repeatedly for 3 hours on that freezing river, I’d had enough.  After I got my bones warm by lying on the sun-baked ground, I decided that I couldn’t wait for that ride any longer. Maybe it was ADD or my overly ambitious pair of legs but I felt the strong urge to not wait for a ride back to camp but to run it. My brother Noel had estimated that the distance from the boat ramp to the cozy camper was nearly 6 miles.

I borrowed a pair of sandals, a far superior running shoe than the water socks that were currently protecting my feet from the scorching ground. I warmed up my cold legs by running back down to the river to grab a random water bottle from the raft. Taking a huge drink, I started jogging up the hill towards the highway with Noel and our friend Paul, who gamely agreed to run with us. Read more »