In our infinite wisdom, we donned life vests and helmets and rafted the Kaituna River which boasts the highest commercially rafted waterfall in the world. Besides the Grade 5 waterfall (23 feet), this wild ride included two smaller waterfalls and 14 rapids.
We had an absolute blast, and pictures prove it. These pictures also prove Becky's near-fish experience, at the hands of her father. Tom's been waiting to go fishing; I just never thought he'd practice on his own daughter. Check the photos.
Perhaps in a self-punishing act, Tom gave himself a fat lip, at the hands of his own oar.
Man, oh man. What a wild ride that was! Dad's Maori name may be Tamati, but his Native American name should be Crazy Oars. Well-documented, Mom... your recounting took my breath away, and nothing beats these pictures (though worth a thousand words, I was left speechless)! It's also nice to have some evidence against Dad; you never know when it may come in handy.
ReplyDeleteYou're crazy!!! What amazing photos!!!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe Dad did that to Becky (and himself!). But, it didn't scare Paul and me away...we went rafting there a few days later! It sure was an adventure! :)
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