She Kept Having Kids, So I Would Have Playmates
The river in Northern Vermont was definitely a little much to handle, but I always wanted to give it a shot.
One day, we received a phone call advising us that we had won a raft in a raffle. I had forgotten I even entered the contest. While mailing a letter, I gave a dollar to some kid who was pushing some good cause, and never even bothered to read the fine print.
Indeed, we won! The raft was delivered to our home in New Hampshire, and it proved to be a high-quality design still sold today. I was thrilled. Immediately, thoughts of running the rapids in that Vermont river became my obsession. I couldn’t wait.
When my plans were complete, Carol informed me that she wanted to pass on the maiden voyage in favor of two of our kids, both teens at the time.
On the first run, I took my oldest daughter, who was capable of handling a canoe as well as anyone. My wife waited for us a few miles downstream at a covered bridge that spanned the river.
The ride was fantastic! The river gave us as much as we could handle. It had stormed the day before, so the rapids had risen the level of difficulty considerably.
On the second run, my son and I did not fare as well. The ride was great until we hit a giant, pointed rock head-on. The right side of the raft popped like a balloon, and we went flying. After about a quarter mile, we managed to make it to shore.
By the time the raft floated, in pieces, under the bridge where my wife and daughter awaited our return, I could only imagine what they must have been thinking. Nevertheless, we made it back safely after a long wet walk along the shoreline and through the woods. Of course, we were greeted warmly by our relieved family members.
Carol never talked much about that incident, until today. While we were reminiscing this afternoon over past adventures, she prompted this post when she told me, “I kept having kids, so you would have playmates.
I wonder what she meant by that.