Everything happens for a reason. October 31st 2pm, our skydive was postponed due to bad weather. We spend the night with few booze and the outcome was, we booked 17 miles white water rafting on Indian – Hudson river in Indian lake, upstate New York.
Next day, we headed towards Indian Lake, on a rented Chevy Malibu. A 60+ year sweet old grandma was waiting for us in Adirondack to handover the keys. As we were cruising on I-87 towards Adirondack, we were listening to the old nepali classics of Nepathya, Cobweb, Axe band. More we travelled north New York was getting more greener and beautiful. We reached our destination around 10pm.
The route after exiting RT-28 towards grandma’s motel was quiet and scary. It was dark, no GPS signal, no phone signal. A lot of struggle led to our grumpy grandma’s motel. Little grandma showed up with a smiley face, asking if we were the ones troubling her and not letting her go to bed. She was laughing at us saying, “Let me tell ya kids, all the addresses are not recorded, so you gotta listen to me”. She kept on murmuring and smiling. We took the keys, settled down and ate some sandwich from a nearby old rusty gas station with all the excitement for the next morning.
It was a different feel in Indian Lake, could be the excitement. With the smell of the woods, turning left and right, hard to sleep, the next thing I hear is a irritating sound of my iPhone. Shit! it’s already 8:45. Quick shower and off we go to the Adirondack whitewater office. After finishing all the prerequisites for rafting, we hop on a bus towards the Indian River. The indian river becomes the Hudson as it flows south. There were lot of larger groups but we five were on a smaller boat. Basu, myself, other two from queens and our wonderful guide Carrie.
Carrie was just awesome. She has paramount information of the river and rafting. She was explaining all the rapids and their names. As we were flowing, she revealed that she knew Mount Machapuchhre from the city where I was born and raised. She mentioned that she still has the picture of the mountain which she took.
Basu and I were seated in the front rows, “the drivers”, and we were the one facing all the waves and the water splashes. The weather was mild and the water was refreshingly cool in the morning. As the day progressed the water got warmer.All of a sudden Carrie shouts foreword, foreword 5, Rest, foreword, foreword, rest. These are all the paddle commands which each crew member of the raft need to know. Each commands is a different movement of the paddle to control the speed and direction of the raft when we face the rapids. That was the moment which we came across a big rapid and some big waves. Each tackle of big rapids was like winning a big tournament. The celebration was to toast the paddle and cheer.The river also had sections of slow flowing water good to swim and rest. Carrie told us that in some parts of river it is 60 feet deep and we were allowed to swim. We had 30 minutes of swimming and diving, and carrie pulled us onto the boat with her strong arms. Bravo Carrie!
It was a 17 miles raft, about 4-5 hours. Lunch was prepared from home by the raft team. We stopped on the shore for half an hour eating turkey sandwich, lemonades, chips, apples and cookies for desserts. Time to move on, again. Of we go at first, always, through biggest and challenging rapids, overcoming them, reach to a cruise mode, swimming and again ready to face the next on with the attitude “Bring it on!”. We reached the finish line around 4:30 pm.
Relaxedly enough we reached the raft office again. Taking out all the gears and with few snaps with our sweet guide Carrie and a warm hug we left Adirondack Raft trail. Our grandma was waiting for us with a huge smile. We exchanged goodbyes and promised grandma that we will stay in the same motel if we happen to come here again. Off we go, hugging her, towards our land of fun, New York already thinking about next adventure.
The vibe in Adirondack was the same as my home country Nepal. oh Buoy what a journey, reminds me of a quote
It’s the journey not the destination.