Today was sunny and warm on the Rogue River. I took my lawn chair and my book and drove to a wonderful spot on the bank above the raging river. Just a wild place where the river is forced into several narrow rapids. At this point in time it's required to sign up for any river running activities due to the current flooding conditions..amazing backwashes a very exciting river to watch. I heard voices and looked up and here comes an inflatable river raft with three perfect human specimens in it, youth and beauty rarely seen on an average day. As soon as they came down the narrow shoot they hit the backwash like a brick wall, out they flew two of them into the raging river. Immediately they manuevered themselves in the proper foot forward position and were being carried away. The remaining fellow threw the life buoy to one but unsuccessful, he reeled it in and attempted again; gave it so much ompf that he fell out of the boat...three overhead strokes and he was back to the boat...his strength and speed had to be an adrenaline surge, he was in that boat in less than a second, up on his feet threw the buoy again and succeeded, then rowed like a madman toward the other fellow by this time out of my sight...I knew they would be ok due to their youth and strength this fellows level-headed effort and speed.
I settled back to my chair and meditated on the reality that I will never know youth and beauty again, never be the cause of a double-take, never join river rafters, never ski the powder, never climb Mt Rainer, it's all in the past. Even two years ago I didn't consider these realities, now it's actually here....It's ok, as this is the way of things...but right at the begininng when it is so quickly evident it tugs at the heart a little. Anyway, all of that said to segway to what happened next. A $150,000 completely decked out shiny black Range Rover pulls off the road thriry feet from me...and out comes two of those beautiful athletes...firm hard chests, beautiful structure and form, black skin-tight wet suits unzipped exposing abs of steel...they knew I was there, but treated me as one of the invisible old people, like a witch hag, spent and useless. They were running along the river feverishly scoping the rapids....I knew it was them. I said, "Are you the guys that had the spill?" they said they were and were wondering just where it happened, so I took them to my view spot and relived it with them...It was odd to feel like their grandmother instead of a pretty woman...they thanked me and wished me a good evening.
When they tell this story for years to come they will mention the old woman they saw along the road who showed them where it happened. They will refer to me as
"an old woman".
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