

The second memory is the white water rafting trips I took when the river was natural. It was so popular with rafters that a huge protest movement against damming the Stanislaus took place. One protester, Mark DuBois tied himself to a rock so they couldn't flood the place without drowning him. An activist is what I've always been, so I protested the dam too, by writing letters.
Mark DuBois had to give it up because it took over a year for the dam to fill by a strong rainy season. The Stanislaus has the deepest limestone canyon of any river in the United States, which is what made it such a good ride.
Our local paper had an article last week about Mark who returned for a rafting trip once again down the Stanislaus. Had I known ahead of time, I'd have gone on that trip with him. Well, actually, that is just wishful thinking.
Another memory I have of rafting that river is of friends, Howard and Gerraine Hoyt and their youngest daughter, a real beauty at about age 16. The guys who guided the rafts were a wild bunch of young guys who worked during the summer and went on welfare during the winter. They were obviously filled with testosterone and our guide had shorts on with no protector and everything he owned was hanging pretty loose. He couldn't take his eyes off of Kelly. At the end of the trip, Gerraine wanted a picture of Kelly with the guide and she very matter of factually asked him to tuck his stuff into his pants before she took the picture. We could see him blush under his deep tan. It still makes me laugh because none of us found it offensive or fussed about what we all noticed. Ah, to be young again. Wasn't it fun?
1 comment:
I continue to enjoy your very interesting and informative blog posts. Especially, since I have lived in Murphys very close to Main Street for the past 22 years. I thoroughly enjoy hearing about the fascinating historical accounts about our area and nearby counties. The Sonora Cobbler comes to mind. I had just visited his store a week or so before your post about the history. Of course, we learned some of the history from him personally. But, it was fun to read your experience with the store. Most people don't even know we "have a Cobbler" amongst us.
I relate somewhat with your downsizing situation and catching up with yourself. It is not long ago that I lost a companion through death that I had been sharing life with for five years. He was not interested in "house things-maintenance" but did he love to Play which meant GO GO & More GO. Who wouldn't want to play instead of cleaning the garage! I never thought my little property would be in such disarray - but - I sure had fun!
Wishing you and Jim - God's continuous blessings, health and happiness. It's been a beautiful story.
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