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There is no doubt that the recession is affecting our way of life: few of us can afford to travel to really fun places. Still, some of us refuse to stay home on the weekend just waiting for things to change. For that reason, a friend and I decided to look for an inexpensive adventure, and what better place to start than in our own back yard? There must be something exciting out there, right? After all, this is supposed to be the Wild West.
Snoqualmie Falls is one of Washington’s most popular scenic attractions. Approximately 1.5 million people come every year. The best time to view the 270-foot waterfall is during the spring, when the snow in the mountains is melting. Luckily, during the summer months there is more to do than just glance at the water, people can actually get in it and possibly survive hypothermia.
Our journey began one hot summer afternoon when my friend, his mother, my dog and yours truly finally decided to stop bitching about the heat wave, jumped in the car, and drove down to Snoqualmie Falls. Since we were looking for an adventure and not a workout, we parked on a lot near the bottom of the falls to avoid the hike and the tourist trap; we grabbed our supplies and started walking toward the water. My friend decided to walk through some rocks instead of going around them; I suppose we were feeling audacious at the time because idiotically, his mother and I decided to follow. After a scraped knee, two broken nails and plenty of dirt on white shorts, we finally made it to the water.
It was a hot and gorgeous summer day; we were admiring the variety of shades of green from the trees when we began rinsing the dirt from our backside and realized that the water was freaking cold! Suddenly, getting wet did not seem like a great idea, but after some deliberation we decided to continue with our escapade. We proceeded to inflate the rafts and we discovered that the old one had a hole in it; we patched it and found three more. We still had one good raft that could hold all of us, including my dog, but my friend insisted on using the bad one. Finally, we jumped on the rafts with absolutely no intention of getting wet; little did we know that Mother Nature had different plans for us.
The ride down the river was overall incredibly tranquil; the pristine water and gorgeous foliage make for astonishing views, it would be simple to forget about the rest of the world and just drift for hours. However, we forgot to bring a paddle and the current took us on a direct path to disaster, straight toward the rocks. Our raft almost flipped, my dog freaked out and I heroically sacrificed a perfectly good beer. Our vessel turned into a floating bathtub, the old raft morphed into what appeared to be a gigantic diaper wrapped around my friend.
We courageously continued downstream until we started feeling cold, hungry, and thirsty, which didn’t take long at all, and we immediately started looking for a place to stop. We found the perfect spot on a small patch of sand in a shallow pool near the right bank of the river. We anchored our vessels, set up camp and continued enjoying the illusion of being away from civilization. We ate our food and drank some hard-earned cervezas in the comfort of our own private island; for the next few hours, we completely forgot about the recession and everything else. It was stimulating to feel like we were away on a trip, but it was also pleasant to know that at the end of the day we would be able to sleep in our own beds.
One scraped knee (not mine) $ 0.00
Two broken nails (Still have 8 left) $ 0.00
A pair of white shorts (Not mine) $ 0.00
One old raft $ 0.00
One perfectly good beer $ 1.00
Remembering that we have a broken economy, not a broken spirit. PRICELESS!!!!!!
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