Let's get in... Those were the words that Ray uttered as we stood on the bank, enjoying the view on our final day. We were less than 5 miles from the end of the trail. In line with my tentative schedule, were were on track to arrive in the parking lot at 11 am, for the loading of the truck and the 4-1/2 hour drive home.
Ray, just 2 days earlier, was speeding along the trail intent on arriving "at the destination". Well he caught onto this touring thing pretty quick. He grasped the fact that bike touring isn't as much about "where you are going", than "where you are".
Let's get in... Right then and there, Ray wanted to put the ride on hold and get in the water. A hoard of reasons not to ran through my engineering mind in an instant.
- We only have a few miles to go.
- I don't really have any swimming clothes to change in to.
- We have a 4-1/2 hour drive to get home.
- We have a schedule to keep.
- If I get on my Brookes saddle all wet I could damage it.
- What will riding all wet do to proper butt care?
My logical mind wanted to protest, but strangely enough, I found myself taking off my shirt. The next thing you know, we were laid back in the middle of the river.
The water was perfect. The sky was a beautiful, clear blue. We were surrounded by breathtaking mountains.
We frolicked around in the water like kids for 30 minutes. I can honestly say, it was the best 30 minutes of bike touring that I've had the pleasure of enjoying in my life.
Thanks Ray for those 3 simple words, "let's get in."