It’s been a bit of a hectic week, my grandmother has been steadily recovering since her fall last week, I've still been able to cycle, run and even got in another rafting trip. This last one was a bit more interesting and challenging than most other ones. The floor of the raft blew out at the put in. We attempted some on the spot repairs but nothing seemed to work. Luckily I had a brave crew and they all decided to take the journey through the Gorge. The boat filled with an almost absurd amount of water at every rapid.

Fortunately, the added weight of the water guaranteed  that we were at no point in danger of flipping the boat. We handled the rapids a bit more gingerly than usual but, a few miles from the end, one of the seats gave out sending one of the crew on a bouncy ride for the rest of the trip. The boat was literally falling apart at the seams. I suppose it’s to be expected though, it’s the boats third season on the water with over thirty trips on it. As we paddled up to the take out I felt like Jack Sparrow.

As captain I declared everyone’s bravery and courage earned them Pirate status.

This experience reiterated some lessons we should all learn, such as just because things get tough doesn't mean you should give up. If there is a challenge, except it, and let it make you stronger. Try new things, you just might like them. Life is meant to be lived, so live it! Make the most of every moment you can. And perhaps the most important lesson of the week brave readers,