It was a sales meeting, but a very different one. We stayed in a quaint little hotel close to the White Salmon River. We went over all the stuff we are going to do at our national sales meeting in a couple of weeks. Then we did this:




What a rush!!!! Also, what a shock when the 40 degree water hits you. We practiced "hold on, get down!", which is the cue to quit paddling and hang on for dear life. I was really having trouble lining up my paddle, holding on to the outside rope, holding on to the inside rope, and getting my feet anchored under the pontoons so I would have a fighting chance of staying aboard. Time after time, the guide would yell "Hold on, get down!" and I would still be swinging my paddle while everyone else had hunkered down. I really thought he was going to make me walk around the falls but either he had started to like me for yelling "Yeeee-hah!" every time the water got a little rough, or he had started to dislike me and wanted to see me flip out of the raft. So I was very proud to see that I did the best job of keeping the paddle where it was supposed to be. I was just saving my good performance for when I needed it. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Also, I don't know if you can see it, but the men were screaming like little girls and the women were laughing. A little while later, the women had to sit on the very front of the raft to go down the Texas Bull Rider. (Which I have actually done. On a mechanical bull. When I wore size 1 jeans and the guy ran the machine ve - ry slow - ly so he could watch me bouncing for a long time.)


It was a lot easier to stay on that mechanical bull.