I had forgotten the pleasures of taking a dip in a river.
For the time I have lived in California (9 years), I haven’t been to a river. I don’t remember the last time I visited one in Puerto Rico. I am sure we are talking about 15 years without enjoying the sweet and refreshing waters of a soft moving river.
A month ago, some very good friends invited us to take part on their annual camping trip to the Lower Kern River. At first, I was a little bit worried since the temperatures were forecasted to reach more than a 100 °F. Additionally, our friends warned us about the possibility of being surrounded by hundreds of wasps during the mornings.
The temperature was oppressing during the first day of camping. But you know what, once you are sitting in a chair under the shadow of a tree with the river caressing your toes, there is nothing that can erase a smile from your lips. Plus, almost no wasps were seeing on site. The heat must have scared them. See how everything happens for a purpose.
Another day, we founded a way to stick our chairs among the slippery rocks (in the middle of the river). We sat there while getting refreshed by the clean water. That moment took me back to the days I lived in Puerto Rico.
Even though the river was the highlight of the trip, others factors contributed to make the experience a memorable one. We spent hours playing with rocks and fake gold. We collected seashells (river clams) and saw catfish passing by. We observed how woodpeckers and squirrels played around the pines. I even heard the heavy breath of some animal when I was trying to sleep inside my tent.
I guess I will have to pay more visits to the river. Here I leave you with some photos from the camping trip.
In what river do you prefer to take a dip? Let me know in the comments section below.