Four Years Ago
On a partly cloudy day, Billie and I drove to Sterling,
Michigan, to go kayaking on the Rifle River with our friends Tink and Tech.
Little did we know it would be our last trip together.
"She is cheating on me," I tell Tink and Tech as Billie headed to the bathroom. The night before, I discovered incriminating text messages on her phone. All morning a growing pit of anger and despair was forming within my stomach. Unsure of what to do, I elected to go on the kayaking trip anyway. We booked the long route, which can take six hours or longer. Midway through the trip, the river became congested with intertwined inner tubes carrying inebriated campers, resembling oversized floating lily pads. Billie and I got separated from Tink and Tech. We navigated through the chaos without slowing and reached the end an hour ahead of Tink and Tech.
Last Weekend
I returned to the Rifle River at the invitation of Tink and Tech. We were joined by two other couples for a kayaking excursion. I had been jokingly referring to returning to "the scene of the crime" when friends and coworkers asked about my plans for the holiday. However, revisiting the exact location didn't evoke many memories. Once again, at the halfway point, where the river became congested with tubers, I lost sight of the rest of the group and finished over an hour before they did.
I won't be going back. I cannot stand the crowds of drunken partiers. It is not my idea of fun. That is Tech and Tink's. Although they are getting too old for that, in my opinion. Still, the Rifle River leaves me sour.
It is the fourth of July. I declined Sam's invitation to go to the annual party friends put on. I am not pleasant company lately, and I cannot shake it. Back in March, the Psychic said 2023 was going to be a dry year in the dating market. She indicated I am going to start wondering if there is something wrong with me, but not to get caught up in that negative energy. Even with that warning, I feel like that is exactly what is happening.
It might be fun on a weekday, without the partiers. Partying is for the young, not the middle-aged, when the only thing you really need to worry about is the hangover the next day.
ReplyDeleteI agree partying is for the young, but you would be surprised how many older people were on the water.
DeleteSounds like the river is not the place to be during a holiday. So, you're succumbing to the negative. Oh well. It'll pass. That's what the psychic said. So, just ride it out. It's temporary.
ReplyDeleteWe will see if it is temporary.
DeleteRiver Kayaking can be fun. Too bad there were too many partiers, and old memories.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the first part of the trip.
Deletekayaking needs the right mix: a bit of company, but not a crowd :-)
ReplyDeleteIt is not fun kayaking when you have to dodge all those inner tubes.
DeleteI would be afraid in a Kayak of it flipping over and not being able to right myself or squeeze out. *LOL* I once tried to Canoe, it was a total disaster and much harder than I thought it would be. I liked a Paddle Boat, that I could manage... but, so can any five year old.
ReplyDeletePaddle boats take a lot of energy :).
DeleteHang in there, Bathwater. I would definitely avoid drunken groups of people as well. It's definitely no fun especially if you are not drinking.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't really drink.
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