What better way to relax on a hot summer afternoon in Arizona than floating down the Salt River with your wife and a cooler full of cold ones, right? That was the plan Monday as we loaded up and set off with two vehicles (one for each end of the river float). That was the plan…4-5 hours on the river. Here’s how that plan unraveled:
The bad - A little less than half way there, the right front tire on the car goes flat. Luckily she wasn’t driving very fast and no one was hurt (coulda been worse). Custom wheels and no way to remove them roadside forced us to limp the car about a mile and a half to Wal-Mart to have the tire checked out to confirm what was wrong.
The good – The guys at Wal-Mart were extremely helpful and, after removing the wheel and finding the inner sidewall blown out, put the spare on for us at no charge.
We decided that we still had time for a two hour sunset float, so we opted to head on up and float anyway. Got the tube blown up, cooler stocked, vehicles positioned, and we were off – with the river all to ourselves as a bonus. Finally, we could enjoy the music and relax on our river.
The bad – About a half hour into the float, I noticed a large lump in the front pocket of my swim trunks and got a sick feeling in my stomach. I reached in and confirmed my worst fears…brand new Blackberry…soaked. “Seriously?” I groaned. What else can go wrong? Pffft…by the way, I don’t recommend ever saying that.
The good – Several people including my wife and daughter-in-law have praised the magical abilities of a 3-4 day ‘rice soak’ for dunked dialers, so that is in progress. At least I have insurance on it (coulda been worse).
We finally got to the end of the float with the sun setting beautifully and serenely behind the mountains, and I decided to dismount to get us to shore. The swift current tried to pull me under but I managed to stay somewhat vertical (didn’t even spill my beer).
The bad – When we reached to top of the hill, I reach into my pocket and lo and behold…no keys! The current apparently pulled them from my pocket as I struggled to get us to shore (personally, I’d have rather sacrificed the beer in hindsight). At least the truck keys and spare car key were in the truck (coulda been worse). The bad news....the truck, of course, was locked.
The good – Luckily we were not the last ones on the river and a foursome of teenagers came to shore behind us. After calling a friend of theirs out to help us break into the truck, we rescued the keys and were on our way. With all you hear about ‘bad kids’, these teens were a God-send and stayed with us until well after dark and saw to it that we were able to get on the road. They were awesome young people to say the very least.
When things get really bad and you think “what next”, please try to find the positive in everything as we try to do…it really does help with stress. It is sometimes a challenge, but the positive is nearly always there. As bad as that day was, it most certainly, absolutely coulda been worse.
Kevin
"Life is 10% of what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it" - John Maxwell