There is a roadside river in Colorado called the Oh Be Joyful. It's excruciatingly difficult to paddle, and apparently a lot of fun. So I've heard. I've never run it and chances are I never will.
Here in Vermont, we are lacking in terms of challenging Whitewater, at least in Windsor County, at least at this point in the season. But what we're missing in hydraulics we make up for in little secrets, like this one:
(And let me just say, this swing has its own history of carnage, generally involving boys, backflips, and foot entanglement.)
I was going to bring this all together by drawing some parallel between the Oh Be Joyful and the joy this rope swing has brought to all bored Vermont kids for the past fifteen years, but my sister, who thinks this blog can get too 'flowery', would fly across the country and slap me across the face.
With just cause, I suppose.
Here in Vermont, we are lacking in terms of challenging Whitewater, at least in Windsor County, at least at this point in the season. But what we're missing in hydraulics we make up for in little secrets, like this one:
(And let me just say, this swing has its own history of carnage, generally involving boys, backflips, and foot entanglement.)
I was going to bring this all together by drawing some parallel between the Oh Be Joyful and the joy this rope swing has brought to all bored Vermont kids for the past fifteen years, but my sister, who thinks this blog can get too 'flowery', would fly across the country and slap me across the face.
With just cause, I suppose.