So it was the Best ONB Ever

Well business is slowing down here, because the rafting season is almost over, so instead of sitting around and doing nothing, we do "projects." When you show up at 8:00 am, you have no idea what your day could entail. For example, Monday, I washed wetsuits, cleaned out the boys' body shop, and spray painted hand-washing stations. And today, I dusted/cleaned logs in the lodge, cleaned the girls' body shop, washed coolers, and sorted/counted paddles. It's weird to do things besides raft/climb/backpack at work. But it can also be really fun.

While I was working on projects on Monday, I was informed that I was going on the overnight rafting trip (ONB) the following day, with Tony and Ben (two very attractive older guides here). Now most guides go on one or two ONBs a summer. But not this girl. I've been on six. I don't really know why. I guess they think I love them or something. Whatever.

So I show up to work at 10:00 am on Tuesday, and start gathering supplies and gear, and rigging the gear boat, which I was to row. After I grab lunch, I get river ready, finish rigging, and drag my boat up the eddy and get ready to leave. Right then, Tony comes running up and says that our group consists of two separate families and then one random guy who came by himself, and that neither of the families want him in their boats. So the +1 ended up in my boat. Yes, he was in the gear boat - sitting on the front, holding onto the straps for dear life. And think about it - anyone who would go on an overnight rafting trip by themselves is going to be a little odd. This character was 20 years old, decked out in all camo, and his voice still cracked when he spoke. And I got to row him through the whole canyon (and on Wednesday morning, after we dropped off the gear, I rowed him the last 8 miles as well).

But either way. We finally make it to camp, and we de-rigg the gear boat, and start setting up the kitchen. Since Tony (who calls himself Big T) and Ben are older, and male, I let them be in charge of setting up the kitchen tarp, and offer my assistance whenever possible. Now usually, we tie the tarp off to trees, use the two poles that it comes with, and then sometimes one oar. But not this kitchen tarp - Tony decides to use three oars, one of them right in the middle of the tarp, so it looks like a circus tent. From then on, the kitchen tarp was deemed Big T's Big Top. And as you can imagine, several other very funny things happened that night to make the ONB a clown show. It was so funny. And fun. And really weird.

But yeah. I did enjoy the ONB, but when I got home, a lot of my good friends had left to go home, and if I said goodbye at all, it was for like one second on the beach, before I left with my gear boat + 1. So that sucked.