The Boulder Creek...

Well it's almost that time of year again. A time when the snow melts into the icy waters which flow east along the Boulder creek, and young men risk life and limb with no thoughts of self-preservation. All for the adrenaline filled moments when you are gasping for air while being pulled below the surface yet again due to the strong undertow, just to resurface and get pulled under again and again, until reaching the hallowed finish line and all the glory of.....the library.

Our first foray up the creek was in June '05 a day or two after the creek was closed due to dangerous water levels and strong under-currents, and something about a young male dying from head trauma. Walking up the path along side the creek you get to see all the obstacles you will encounter on your journey, still not sure if that's good or bad for the first time as it is at the very least intimidating and at most deadly (there have been an average 1-2 deaths a year on the creek over the past few years).

Once we got to the top there was no reason to hesitate, contemplating what we were about to do may have only stopped us from a bad decision and who wants that. Immediately once we hit the water my balls shriveled and my body temp dropped a good 10 degrees. We were instantly ejected from our tubes as we went over the first set of rapids, luckily instinct told me told throw one arm around the tube and hang on for dear life, which turned out to be the right thing to do.

Going over head first doesnt seam like fun so with all the energy possible to muster I spun around on the tube in time for the next set of rapids and again I found myself being seperated from the tube and having to hang on for dear life while my shins played the bongos on the rocks below (the water was less than a foot deep in spots).

Upon reaching our destination we drag our battered and bruised bodies out of the water, shins and ankles bleeding, hips bruised, hands shaking, Justin looks over, "one more time?".......