I will be honest. When Mike, said that we were going to West Virginia for
an adventure weekend, I was a little skeptical. I said to him, “Have you seen
the movie Deliverance?”
Everyone
checked into the hotel and shared the same stories that we share when
we get away from the office, which never get old. Boarding the shuttle for
the restaurant, we were greeted with a private room and a top-shelf
meal. We reboarded the shuttle for a swanky little martini lounge downtown.
Morning broke, and surprisingly,
everyone made it down to the lobby with enough time for breakfast before
climbing back into the shuttle. Our river guide, Ted, filled us in on
all the things to watch out for: slow kids playing banjos, men beckoning
you into the woods with shotguns…you know, the usual. We all realized this was no Huck Finn float
down the river experience. I manned the front of the boat and realized
we were in for trouble when our guide was showing us how to carve our
paddles through the waves; only problem was that he was making these
motions about 2 feet over his head. We got into the rapids, and the
best way to describe it is just a mass of bodies falling all over each
other in a blind frenzy. The guide is yelling at us to paddle, but that
was the last thing on my mind as I tried to just keep from getting tossed
into the river.
After
an incredible day of rafting, we ended up back at base camp where we
watched the video of the trip, commenting on how every picture of me
showed me paddling feverishly, unfortunately my paddle never touched
the water. We moved over to the picnic area to warm up around the
bonfire, all just staring at the roasting pig like a bunch of savages
on a deserted island. After gorging on some BBQ pork, we headed to the
house in Fayetteville we had rented for the evening. We broke out the
poker set at the house and engaged into a 2 hour Texas Hold ‘Em
Death Match.
At 10am the following day we
struggled out of the house and into the shuttle. Our guide gave us the
scenic route back to Charleston, and without sounding too feminine, it
is actually beautiful country, especially for those of us that think
beautiful countryside is the potted plant at the end of our cubicle
farm. We got to the airport, and everyone said their goodbyes.
Everyone
checked into the hotel and shared the same stories that we share when
we get away from the office, which never get old. Boarding the shuttle for
the restaurant, we were greeted with a private room and a top-shelf
meal. We reboarded the shuttle for a swanky little martini lounge downtown.
After
an incredible day of rafting, we ended up back at base camp where we
watched the video of the trip, commenting on how every picture of me
showed me paddling feverishly, unfortunately my paddle never touched
the water. We moved over to the picnic area to warm up around the
bonfire, all just staring at the roasting pig like a bunch of savages
on a deserted island. After gorging on some BBQ pork, we headed to the
house in Fayetteville we had rented for the evening. We broke out the
poker set at the house and engaged into a 2 hour Texas Hold ‘Em
Death Match.
