Today we added another item to the list of new things that we’ve done since we moved to North Carolina. We went white water rafting on the Nantahala River with some people from our church. Dad, Lauren, and I went in a large raft holding 7 people, while some of the others went in smaller one-and-two person “duckies.” At the beginning and the end of the river are class 3 rapid sections, and the rest are class 2 and class 1 rapids, so it wasn’t too rough, but the water was still moving pretty quickly and splashing up a lot. And it was cold. Really cold—between 40° and 45°. We stopped at a huge rock (about ten feet out of the water) and jumped off of it into the water several times (well, Dad didn’t—I’m not sure why). But once we got back into the raft, the sun and the paddling quickly warmed us up again. We only got stuck a couple of times, and we didn’t flip over at all, even though we went down the last waterfall almost sideways. At first I was a little nervous about that last part, but now I wish that section was ten times that long. It was really fun. Next time I might try a ducky and see what it’s like a little closer to the water. But not until next summer—the water’s cold enough as it is!