{"id":95,"date":"2011-07-22T14:33:00","date_gmt":"2011-07-22T14:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=95"},"modified":"2015-07-19T20:32:44","modified_gmt":"2015-07-19T20:32:44","slug":"adventure-on-the-delaware","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lidaprypchan.org\/?p=95","title":{"rendered":"Adventure on the Delaware"},"content":{"rendered":"
By Carol Daly<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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I grew up with two older brothers and no sisters but now, I\u2019m fortunate that have a handful of friends who I consider my sisters. One of them, Louise, has a house in the country and during a visit one weekend we decided to go tubing on the Delaware. From the looks of the water, it seemed that this would be an exciting but somewhat relaxing three mile journey down the river on a tube. \u00a0We drove to the tube rental place, parked the car and boarded a truck in our bathing suits, wet sandals and the tubes \u2013 nothing else. \u00a0The truck lets you at off at the start of the trip and then picks you up three miles down the river. \u00a0And so the truck let us off by the river so that we could begin our trip.<\/span><\/div>\n
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It was a very hot day and the river looked unusually calm. We climbed into the tubes and onto the water that initially felt cool and refreshing. The tubes moved but at a snail\u2019s pace. \u00a0There was no one around and no one else on the river. With a little arm-rowing we moved a little faster. \u00a0I was content, in control of my tube and in no rush. \u00a0Louise, however, was having a hard time getting her tube to move at all. \u00a0I tried to reassure her that we would be moving – eventually but she grew more and more frustrated.<\/span><\/div>\n
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We were surrounded by rocks on one side of the river and a 15 foot steep dirt ridge with homes atop on the other side. \u00a0Louise was growing agitated to the point of panic and said that she wanted to get off of the river immediately. \u201cLouise\u201d I said, \u201cThere is no way we are getting off the water, just relax and row with your arms.\u201d \u00a0She wouldn\u2019t have it, we began arguing and so my peaceful float on the river was taking a different turn. \u201cOh —-\u201d I thought, \u201cShe is going to find a way to climb out of here!\u201d Louise proceeded to slowly row towards the 15 foot dirt ridge and I, growing more furious by the minute decided I\u2019d better follow or I\u2019d be left on the river by myself!<\/span><\/div>\n
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I must admit it was slow and hot on that river but I could have enjoyed it. \u00a0I was fearful of climbing that ridge and remembered a line in a song by Joni Mitchell \u201cFear is like a wilderland, stepping stones or sinking sand.\u201d \u00a0We approached the dirt mountain and in our thin plastic shoes and bathing suits, each carrying an inner tube we scrambled up the impossible hill that seemed like Mount Everest to me.<\/span><\/div>\n
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We were covered in dirt and I was so angry at Louise for messing up my day and putting us in this predicament. I wanted to kill her! \u00a0However, when we got close to the top I felt a sense of accomplishment in being able to get off that river and successfully make it to the top. \u00a0But that was not the end of our journey. \u00a0We came to the houses and began ringing bells but no one was home! We had no money or phones and I was once again fuming and mad at Louise.<\/span><\/div>\n
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We walked endlessly and finally came upon a main road and the only option was to hitch a ride. Envision this: Two women in their forties in bathing suits, carrying inner tubes hitching a ride. \u00a0A big pick-up truck came by and said we could climb into the open back (you know the part of the truck that holds the chickens or the hay). We climbed in and had the most thrilling ride at 60-70 miles an hour! \u00a0We yelled as the wind went though our hair and stomachs \u2013much as you feel when on a roller coaster. I felt so happy and free and grateful to have my creative and determined friend. \u00a0It became a wonderful experience!<\/span><\/div>\n
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As we get older it\u2019s easy to become conservative. \u00a0What a gift it is to have friends who are not exactly like us but who challenge us to go above and beyond what we think is possible. \u00a0With a little flexibility, muscle and trust, any situation can become a great adventure!<\/span><\/div>\n
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\u201cLife is best lived by being bold and daring. \u00a0People tend to grow fearful when they taste failure, face a daunting challenge or become ill. Yet that is precisely the time to become even bolder. Those who are victors at heart are the greatest of all champions.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
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Daisaku Ikeda<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

By Carol Daly \u00a0 I grew up with two older brothers and no sisters but now, I\u2019m fortunate that have a handful of friends who I consider my sisters. One of them, Louise, has a house in the country and during a visit one weekend we decided to go tubing on the Delaware. From the … <\/p>\n

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