Keeping Things in Perspective

So I go to Crossfit, and I love it... not just because it's a great workout, usually kicks my butt, and makes me feel strong, but also because it's fun just to meet and talk with people along the way who are putting their bodies through similar punishment in the endeavor to be better human beings...

Anyway, after today's workout while I was stretching, I found myself introducing myself to the guy beside me as I've seen him there a few times, and at that point it's almost awkward to not know each other (it just seems to be the Crossfit way, besides my own way - know who you're working out with so you can encourage each other, etc.). Turns out he's a Marine in between tours... I'd say he was a few years younger than me, has already done one tour in Iraq, and will be on his way to Afghanistan in February. We talked for a few minutes about it - I asked him if he was ever scared, to which he replied sometimes, but more about the leaving than the actual being there, and we had a good discussion about making peace and how important that is (totally weird, I was just discussing this the other day...ugh). I thought it was so sweet, too - he said the hardest part last time was saying goodbye to his mother, so if he could just get through that this time ok he was pretty sure he could handle Afghanistan as it's where he feels he needs to be for his country. I was so "in thought" about all of the wise things he was saying that I forgot to say thank you, so now I'm excited to tell him tomorrow!

And yesterday, Kendyl had me in tears talking about a coworker (she didn't know him personally) who died this week... apparently he was an older guy, wife, 2 teenage kids, and his wife had been sick with cancer for awhile but she's been doing so much better lately... They were on their way back home from one of her treatments, and a drunk driver hit them. When first responders arrived he was yelling at them to get his wife out first, and they followed his instructions, and as soon as they had her free the car burst into flames and that's how he died... in sacrifice for his wife, who was sick, but he still gave his life for hers... oh yeah I cried (and tearing up again). Kendyl and I went over the hypothetical "wow, do you think you really would do that in that situation?" and I responded to her honestly by saying that there are probably only a handful of people that I can honestly say I really and truly wouldn't think twice about it giving my life up for like that...

I've had some amazing, fun times lately - an awesome weekend in Austin recently with two of my best friends where I crossed off the bats with Cody and Cade (I've always wanted to see that), seeing Sylvia and Patrick get married and having the honor to stand up beside them as they did, going to Alaska and seeing some of God's biggest and most mysterious creatures up close, and of course fun trips with Kendyl like Muddy Buddy and Costa Rica... it's all been awesome, and all of it has been a nice reminder of what is most important in life.

It's all about keeping perspective... and I think it's no coincidence that everything comes down to love :-)

Muddy Buddy in Boulder, CO!

I can’t believe how quickly summer is passing by… I mean, it’s basically almost over?!

Kendyl and I just got back from a sure-to-remember highlight, Muddy Buddy in Boulder, Colorado! It was amazing, and definitely a whirlwind trip… here it goes….

So this whole thing started when Kendyl emailed me while I was in China wanting to do this race with her called Muddy Buddy – I’d heard of it from when we lived in Fort Worth, always thought it would be cool, so I told her “why not?” Well the catch was that the two that are in Houston aren’t until October and March, and I was worried I might be in China at those times, so I suggested we go to Boulder in August since a) we both LOVE Colorado, b) we could find a free place to stay with our many contacts there, and c) it would be a great sister adventure together while I was home from China! She thought I was crazy, but because she was missing me, she agreed… haha

We kept up our running and normal workout schedules, though admittedly (by the both of us) we didn’t do anything extra to get ready for the 6.5 mile course in a town that boasts 5400 feet in elevation – we were plenty confident in our abilities in the current shape we were in!

On the Thursday before we were to leave (literally one day before), Kendyl called me from work to let me know that a meeting had been scheduled for 10 a.m. on Monday morning – so what was to be our leisurely drive back was to turn out to be a petal to the metal, no bathroom breaks drive back right after the race… sigh… oh well, more to come on that!

So Friday morning I was finishing getting Aurora packed up, Kendyl went into work, and by lunchtime she was at the house with the bike, her gear, and at 12:08 p.m. we hit the road – Boulder or Bust! We put in some great tunes, and I drove us to Fort Worth where we switched, then she continued on until dinner at Dairy Queen in Quanah around 7:30 p.m… I kept going until we reached Dalhart that night around 10:45 p.m., by which time we were deliriously tired… we got a room at the Holiday Inn Express there, and agreed we’d wake up at 6 a.m. to shower, eat the free breakfast, and get on the road to make Garden of the Gods for a picnic lunch.

One of the funnier moments of the trip (to Kendyl, at least) happened on our way into the hotel. I was exhausted, we were loaded down with our bags, and I had all of our dinner trash, including two huge half full drinks of Sprite (hers) and Pink lemonade (mine). We check in, drive around to the back where are room was so we could make sure to see the car from our room, and while we’re walking up the stairs in the back of the hotel, my flip flop gets stuck (or I didn’t lift my leg high enough – one of the two), and I *completely* eat it on the stairs! What was hysterical about it is because I had all my stuff (Vera Bradley bags AND huge drinks), I kind of went stiff like a board and just fell onto the stairs in front of me, which Kendyl found to be so hilarious she couldn’t help but immediately start laughing BEFORE she found out if I was ok – LMAO! I just kind of laid there for a second, stunned, and not believing that I hadn’t spilled a drop (how the heck?!), and then slowly got up, QUICKLY browsing the ceiling corners to see if there was a security camera. Kendyl saw me looking up and then burst into even harder laughter, asking me if I was looking for them (she totally caught me, but I mean, with you tube and stuff these days, you never know)! I landed mostly on my arm, so knew I’d have a nice straight bruise, but we were so tired, and laughing so hard we were crying at the silliness of the whole thing… anytime we even think about it we both start giggling, which then turns into big ol’ belly laughs when she starts reliving what I looked like in front of her… oh well.

Morning came pretty quickly, and we got our breakfast and hit the road with Kendyl taking us into New Mexico… sad side note, right before we hit the Colorado border we saw a bear that had been hit on the side of the road, I’d guess sometime the night before – I didn’t even know there were bears around Raton – but it made me sad… I called the Game and Wildlife number for Raton (iPhones are so handy on road trips) and let them know, and they told me they’d already been informed just hadn’t sent an officer out yet… so that was good at least.

We pulled into Garden of the Gods around 11 a.m. and holy smokes it was such a gorgeous day… sun was hot, wind was cool, sky was oh-so-blue, and we were in heaven. We got into our cooler and grabbed some lunchables, pudding, a kit kat to share, and some Gatorade and set off to find the perfect place for a picnic! It was pretty crowded (not a huge surprise because of how gorgeous it was, but I hardly ever see it like that so I still kind of was), and there were a ton of rock climbers there, too, which was really fun to watch! We had our own fun on the rocks for the next couple of hours, and we were both just so happy to be there… it’s such a special place for me – like magic.

Around 1:30 p.m. we decided we’d better head on to Denver, so Kendyl called David (her coworker, who she had talked into doing Muddy Buddy with us with another coworker, Albert) to get directions, and an hour later we were at his place in downtown Denver! We got settled in, went grocery shopping, went out to get some new mountain bike tubes considering Kendyl’s had never been changed in the 10 years she’s had that bike, and then we went back to his place to get cleaned up. They worked on changing the bike tubes, and in the meantime I worked on baking David’s birthday cake (his birthday was Sunday), and then we all went out for a birthday celebration dinner to a local BBQ joint, which was really good! Then we walked around downtown, stumbled upon a free concert in a small park, so hung out there until we were all ready for cake (yea!) and then an early bedtime since we had to wake up in the 4’s the next morning to get to Boulder in time for packet pick-up!

Again, morning came quickly, and even quicker because Dad was texting us like crazy from Australia to remember to be careful with the altitude (I guess when we first moved to Denver when I was little he went running, felt good, and then when he stopped he almost passed out and keenly remembers that and wanted to remind us ever few hours on our drive up and up until the race, haha). We assured him we would be careful and got our last few minutes of sleep before it was time to head out… we left at 5 a.m., got there at 5:30 a.m., got our packets, and watched the sunrise over Boulder reservoir… turns out we were there WAY earlier than we needed to be, but we had so much fun watching everyone arrive, looking at the fun costumes, and getting our stuff ready so we could get the boys going (they were in the first wave, and we were in the ninth, out of twelve or so, I think? There were thousands of people there by the time we started!

The costume contest was first, and that was HILARIOUS, and then we got to hear from a boy that benefits from the charity that Muddy Buddy contributes to for challenged athletes. This boy was about 5-6 years old, and had been born with something rare that had caused his parents to have to decide to get his legs amputated at 15 months old. Since then he’s learned to walk, run, and do everything a normal boy would do using athletic prosthetics, and he did the Austin Muddy Buddy last year, has done the Kid’s Ironman, and a ton of other inspirational stuff – as they were telling his story and he was answering questions, Kendyl and I became complete basket cases… I mean, bawling – neither of us could hold it together – geez! But we for sure got our inspiration for the race!!!

And here’s a background on Muddy Buddy – in each city they set up a course that runs from 6-7 miles long where you and your buddy alternate in a duathlon-type race. Kendyl started out on the mountain bike, and I started running. After a mile and some change, she dropped off the bike, did an obstacle, and start running the next mile and change. When I finished my run, I did the obstacle, found the bike, and then I’d start riding (and pass her somewhere along the trail), so we’d continue leapfrogging like that, with me running 3.7 miles total (Kendyl biking that), and me riding 2.6 (Kendyl running that).

So when it was finally our waves turn to start, we were so excited and pumped… the sun was warming us up (it was around 8:15 a.m. by that point), she got going on her bike, and then a few minutes later us runners got to follow them! The first mile for me was the hardest of the race… I could definitely feel the altitude, and was worried for a second that the whole race would feel like that! By the time I got to the first obstacle, the army rope crawl, Kendyl was long gone! The second mile (my first bike mile) wasn’t as hard on my body, but was a really hard mountain bike mile – all uphill! First a gradual incline, which wouldn’t have been bad but it was mostly gravel so most of us girls only made it halfway up before we had to get off and walk/run to a much STEEPER hill where a line had formed for people to walk the bikes up! It was a slight bottleneck, and a huge hill, but got up it and jumped back on the bike for a nice flat area to the second obstacle which was a rock wall up one side, and a net you had to climb down the other. Kendyl was waiting for me there along with a few others, so I handed off the bike and she got going! I started running, and this mile was much easier for me, though it was longer… I guess my lungs had expanded enough and my body had started to acclimate so it wasn’t as bad…

I caught up to Kendyl who had to get off the bike to walk it through part of the lake (only about a foot deep of water, but by the time we got through after 8 waves of teams it was a HUGE mud puddle so we got wet and dirty pretty early on in the race), so I helped her get the bike up the next crazy hill before she took off riding and me running again, haha! She said later she was sure glad I was there to lift that bike up so she could climb up, lol!

The third obstacle was a balance beam – piece of cake – and then I found the bike and got on my way… I passed her and cheered her on (we are huge fist pumpers, LOL) and got to the fourth obstacle, a huge inflatable mountain you had to climb up then slide down, pretty quickly. Again there was a line, but I wasn’t complaining – having a nice break to catch your breath was good bull. Then as I was running out I saw Kendyl run in, so I told her where to find the bike, grabbed some water, and got going on the last leg, which physically wasn’t that hard, but just seemed to take FOREVER! Kendyl passed me, cheered me on again, and I kept on going around the lake…

I felt like I was doing pretty good because I was passing a few girls, and even a few boys, and then finally I rounded into the sea of cars, then we had to run on the beach (running in sand in water and mud logged tennis is way hard), and finally up the hill to meet our partners who were waiting for us to go through the final obstacle, the HUGE MUD PIT, before we crossed the finish line as a team! Kendyl grabbed my hand, we ran to the mud pit, and crawled in… you have to crawl under flags, so they make sure you get dirty, but we were laughing and loving it… the mud was extremely goopy (they did a great job in preparing it!), cold, and wet, so by the time we got out of it we were oh-so-dirty!!! Then we ran the last little ways to the finish line and crossed at 1:05:30! Not too bad! Out of our age group we placed 51st out of 77 teams, which we were pretty happy about considering all of the other teams but 2(?) were from Colorado/Wyoming with the fastest team at 50 minutes, and the slowest of our group at 1:30 minutes, so we were stoked!

We didn’t have to time to celebrate though – David and Albert met us at the finish line where they were taking pictures of us, then we got some pictures together, headed to the reservoir to jump in and get the mud off, dried off at his truck, packed stuff up, then headed back to his place in Denver. Kendyl and I were in and out of there with showers in record time, and on the road by 11 a.m. Denver time – wow!

So here was the part we’d been trying not to think about… driving home from Denver straight… I drove us the first hour to Colorado Springs where we had to stop for gas, and as Kendyl had caught a quick nap she told me to do the same so we switched (races take it out of you, I tell ya), both popped an Aleve, and then she was good until we got to Amarillo where I made her get out so she could sleep. I drove us from there until Fort Worth which was around 1:00 a.m., and then she brought us in the rest of the way home with us arriving at Mom’s at 4:15 a.m.… right at 16 hours from door to door… we only stopped 4 times, had many laughs, sang SO many songs, and missed each other the next day when Kendyl went to work. I LOVE HER! She’s the best sister ever, and I can’t wait to do a ton more Muddy Buddies!

Quotes from the trip that set us into fits of giggles and crying laughter:

“I don’t know, Tasha, I’m not a flippin’ farmer… I mean we grew up in the same place!” – Kendyl’s response to me when I asked her what a field of crops was… you maybe had to be there but her tone, face, and everything made me go crazy, it was hysterical!

“Smell deep” – me telling her to smell my pillow because it still smelled like West Virginia (not in a bad way, just how a place smells), and what was funny is even though my comment was slightly weird, she knew what I was saying so she dove her nose into it and took a deep breath, and agreed with me, then repeated, “smell deep, huh?” (writing this right now is making me die all over again, LOL)

“I love this song” – said by the both of us probably every third song, which would be maybe hundreds of times (we lost count very early on)

“No funny businessssss” – the part in Paper Planes that Kendyl loves to hear me imitate, it cracks her up every time and never got old even though we probably saw a train every hour or so? LOL

Trip theme songs:

Paper Planes by MIA from Slumdog (the train scene) – we played it literally every time we saw a moving train, which was then followed by Jai Ho… we determined the both of us are excellent Bollywood dancers, and if there was such a thing as car dancing, we’d take the award HANDS DOWN!

Use Somebody, Kings of Leon… sigh… we love this song :-)!

Sister Trip 2009 - Costa Rica!

Coming into this summer I was thinking it would be one of the best of my life, and with amazing trips like Alaska and Costa Rica, it would be hard for that to not be accomplished, right?

Several years ago Kendyl and I wanted to go on a sister trip to Costa Rica, and due to life getting in the way, it just never happened… we had been talking about another attempt, so I decided we should just do it, so we did! And it was awesome…

I got the recommendation of a place to stay and things to see from Lori Miller (now Parkes) as she and her new hubby Ian had been to Costa Rica recently, so our destination became Quepos, Costa Rica – a town of about 10,000 situated on the Pacific side and right next to a National Park, Manuel Antonio. We were pumped because it had everything we wanted – the beach, the rainforest, and a ton of activities for us to get ourselves into – yes!!!

So we left for our adventure on Friday night after Kendyl got off of work – we were flying into San Jose, and on the way we encountered some pretty substantial turbulence due to the storms near San Jose… I’m not even an inkling afraid of flying, or turbulence for the most part, but for about one minute solid we were in some pretty serious stuff! I grabbed Kendyl’s hand, was praying like crazy, kids were crying, and I’m sure my face was white – I thought for sure that was it and I was making my peace, haha! But we made it, Bienvenidos a San Jose!

It was about 9:30 p.m. when we got in, and we were to meet our shuttle driver (Orlando) who was going to take us to our hotel, Costa Verde outside of Quepos, which is like a 3 hour drive from San Jose… Orlando was there with our sign, he looked nice enough, had a nice large van, the weather was cool and wonderful, and we were on our way. Kendyl and I had made a strict pact that since we’d be driving into the middle of the night that only one of us could sleep at a time, but as she had been up pretty early I let her sleep the whole time while I “stood watch” and watched for signs to let us know we were still going in the right direction…

Even though it was dark I could tell Costa Rica was going to be GREAT… there were a ton of people out at small clubs along the way, the mountain air was gloriously cool and refreshing (windows down the whole way), and the roads were windy with hairpin turns the whole way – up and down, up and down…

We finally got there around 12:30 a.m., checked in and were shown to our room which was off a little bit from the main office in this cute little bungalow set-up… all made and furnished with Costa Rican wood, with windows everywhere… it was still a little stormy, no rain, but thunder and lightning, and while looking out the window to see if I could get an idea of our view, the lightning lit up the sky and I saw the ocean with a rock island and shrieked at Kendyl that I could tell our view was going to be beyond amazing… I couldn’t wait to go to sleep so we could see everything the next morning, so exhausted, that’s what we did!

We woke up early the next morning (from excitement, no alarm!) and decided we should get the day going and go to the front desk to check out what tours we could get on our agenda… we knew we wanted to do the park, zipline, and white water raft, and we wanted to make sure we could fit everything in! While getting ready and cooking up some oatmeal (we brought it from home to save a little money, and our room had a mini-kitchen), we started hearing some commotion on our roof… we looked out the windows to see what was going on, and there was a family group of monkeys that came to greet us good morning!

They were cara blanca monkeys (or white-faced capuchins, same as Marcel on Friends) and they were incredible… Kendyl and I were so excited that we hadn’t even stepped out the door and already were having this amazing experience… the monkeys make quite a racket, and we just hung out and watched them on our balcony swing from the trees, jump to our roof, and watch the babies playing and having a great time with each other… it was just awesome!

So fully pumped about being there, we set out to go plan our great adventure… we decided that we’d do the Rainforest Canopy Safari zipline experience later that day, the park on Sunday, and white water rafting all day on Monday… we had a little less than an hour to kill before our shuttle came to get us for ziplining, so we went back to the room and got our things together, then hiked back up the hill to wait…

And not too long after, our canopy guide Josef showed up! He was a young guy, really funny, and chatted with us on the 30 minute drive out to the site… on the way we drove through an African Palm plantation where they grow these huge palm trees to harvest African Palm Oil which is used for a lot of cosmetics all over the world, so it was pretty interesting!

Once we got to the site, they gave us the safety briefing, we had some fresh watermelon and pineapple, checked out the butterfly garden they had (so beautiful) with local Costa Rican species, some snakes, and then we got geared up and were on our way! This place was literally in the heart of the rainforest, and we had a 10 minute hike up the mountain to where we would begin, so by the time we all got up there everyone was sweating buckets!

It’s kind of a strange feeling because the temperature isn’t really hot at all (or what I would describe as hot), but it’s just how your body responds to being in that level of humidity I guess that everyone was soaked, haha! We had a few people our age from Florida, and a newlywed couple also our age from Pennsylvania, so it was a fun group, with Joseph as our guide! The zips were great… we also had two repels (long ones) and a Tarzan swing at one point from one huge tree to the next, which surprisingly, was the most nerve racking part of the day! I did go upside down and let go (look Mom, no hands!) at one point which was a pretty big adrenalin rush, too, though! LOL

The guys were all so much fun, and by the time were finished our cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much – there is just something about speed and the outdoors like that that is just so amazing! When we finished we had some local Costa Rican cuisine waiting for us – chicken, beans, rice, and potatoes with fried plantains – all of it was delicious! I love Costa Rican food!

Then it was time to get back so on our way we asked Josef what would be going on in town that night and he answered, “Camotes is the place to be,” which is a discoteque, so after inquiring as to the nature of the place, making sure we would be safe, we were in! In the meantime, we decided to head down to the beach to get some surfing in since we had plenty of daylight left! We rented a long board, and got busy hitting the waves (which were medium sized on the whole, with a BIG one thrown in around every 5 minutes or so)! We took turns watching each other, and both of us were spastic for the most part… I took more risks trying to get up in bigger waves, thus had way better wipeouts than Kendyl, LOL! I got up a few times, but those would only last for .5 seconds so just kept trying and had some fun doing that… On one really big wave, I wiped out and the wave ended up crashing me to the sea floor… thank goodness it’s just sand and a few shells down there, but because of the force I ended up getting a cute little scrape on my shoulder blade, and that whole side of my back was red when I came in… Kendyl was like, “You’re bleeding!” and strangely enough, I felt a little proud of my battle wound, haha! It stung like hell in the saltwater, though, that’s for sure! After Kendyl had a rough run (a big wave slammed her at just the right angle and she felt like her eardrum had burst) she gave up surfing and I took over and finished us up for the rest of the afternoon… surfing is so fun, I just wish I had an ocean closer to practice so I could be BETTER!

After surfing we walked back up the mountain to Costa Verde and got cleaned up for dinner, had a great time at La Cantina, then hung out until it was time to catch a taxi to Camotes – we were so excited! We got there, it was starting to get busy, so we got a couple drinks and observed the local Latin dancing – yessss! Those of you who know me know I *love* Dirty Dancing, Havana Nights (and the way that Javier dances) so I was enjoying observing the couples on the dance floor immensely… the DJ was spinning some great music, with a few songs that I recognized (I Know You Want Me - Calle Ocho is my current favorite song so when they played that my smile was bigger than Texas – YES!) – so we had an awesome time enjoying some Imperial (Costa Rica’s official beer), doing a little dancing, and mostly watching Quepos get down! It was great…

The next day we slept in a little, had our oatmeal on the balcony, and got dressed and walked down to Manuel Antonio for our day in the National Park! The National Park is protected rainforest, is known for its great wildlife, beautiful beaches, and nice hikes… we got our tickets, and not even 20 feet inside the entrance we saw a 3-toed sloth hanging out in the treetops! We were so pumped… we had gone in saying if we just saw 1 sloth we’d be happy, so 30 seconds into the day we had the mission accomplished! We stood below him and just watched him for awhile, but as they are extremely slow movers, and he was kind of sleeping, we decided we had lots more to see so we got on our way… a sloth is one of those animals, though, that you never really think that you will personally see… I mean, I’ve seen them on Discovery, Animal Planet, etc. but both Kendyl and I were amazed because we just never thought that would be something we would get to personally witness?!

We continued on our way, and were excited because we saw more sloths!!!, and by the time we got to the trail for La Punta Catedral, we had already seen a handful, and even some on the move, so it was awesome! We knew we wanted to hike La Punta because this is the point we could see from our hotel room, so we walked along the gorgeous beaches, saw a family of titi monkeys (they are loud, boisterous, and AWESOME), and then got on our way hiking… we were soaked with sweat in like 5 minutes, but not really because it was hot, just humid! We were surprisingly pretty cool, just crazy wet, haha! We had the trail to ourselves, so just chatted (and then other times were quiet when we were climbing, haha) and enjoyed the rainforest surrounding us! It’s easy to see how people think the rainforests hold a lot of cures and secrets, because there would be plants that we would see that were SO exotic and never see again? We finally made it up the mountain, and we were literally on top of the world – in super high spirits, laughing, smiling, and just happy… it was wonderful.

Then we started making our way down the other side which also had some more great views, so we took a ton of pictures and ended up at the beach on the other side… gorgeous! We grabbed some lunch at a local pizzeria (delish) and then headed back into the park – by the time we ended our time in Manuel Antonio, we had seen 7 sloths, a family group of Cara Blancas (white faced capuchins), a family group of Titi monkeys, an Ibis, and a host of different kinds of lizards, and an unidentified rodent maybe weighing 15-20 pounds?! It was a GREAT day…

We exited the park, and spent the rest of what little daylight we had left hanging out at the beach… we bought some Imperial beach towels, and I went for a swim in the ocean (our only mistake for the day was we didn’t bring our suits with us, but since I wear cute panties, I figured no one would know the difference so I got in anyway) while Kendyl watched our stuff on the beach… the water felt wonderful, and it was a little cloudy (rain coming in for late afternoon) so very peaceful and calming… I was watching a local little boy get some surf lessons, and it was really sweet…

Then we headed back up the mountain, got cleaned up for dinner at Anacondas (so yummy), and hung out until it was time for bed…

The next day we woke up super early to meet our shuttle to take us white water rafting! We were so excited – so far the trip had gone so well, and it had been a few years for the both of us since we’d gone rafting! At 7 a.m. we met Roman, one of our guides, and got on our way to making the hour-ish drive out to Rafiki Lodge. What was awesome about these tours, is that in the process of them taking us out to wherever we were going, Kendyl and I got to see some amazing scenery that was just kind of rolled up into the package – it was the best! On our way we went through two very small villages, each one with one small school, beautifully decorated homes if small, and nicely kept soccer fields! We kept going deeper into the forest, deeper into the middle of nowhere, and then all of a sudden, we were there…

Rafiki is amazing – it’s owned and run by a family from the states who study the local biology, it’s very green using hydro-electric power and running the whole lodge and camp off of 1 kilowatt of energy… it’s very “primitive luxury” with places to stay, a beautiful gathering area, and water slide… we had a snack of fruit and a little breakfast, spent an hour there hitting the water slide which was hilarious, and then got loaded into the safari truck and drove another 30 minutes deep into the forest to start our trip on the Sevagre (Savage) river which boasted many Class 3 rapids. By this time we had been joined by a nice family of 4 (parents and two daughters around 18-20), and Juan Carlos, another guide.

The family of 4 got loaded into their raft with Roman, and Kendyl and I got loaded into our smaller raft with Juan Carlos, and we got on our way around 11:00 a.m. or so… immediately Kendyl and I could see the day was going to be amazing… the river rapids were fast and sizeable, there were slower calm areas where we could get out and swim and laugh (getting back into the raft was always hysterical and evoked huge belly laughs from everyone – seriously, we couldn’t breathe… it’s HARD with a life jacket on, LOL), and we were the only ones for miles around – it was AWESOME!

There were tons of rapids, and Kendyl and I were pros… we were strong, paddling in sync when Juan Carlos would tell us to go, and the other family even commented that we looked like we could be in a commercial we were so good, haha! Right before lunch we went through a series of rapids called the Gringo Eater which had a huge hole at the end that we went through – what a rush! At the end of a particularly difficult rapid we’d give a huge paddle high-five, and I swear the whole time Kendyl, Juan Carlos and I were laughing – it was the best time…

We pulled over for lunch around 12:45 p.m. or so and walked up the side of a mountain to find the intern from Wyoming (yea!) had met us with a hot lunch and made some beautiful rainforest flower arrangements – it was gorgeous, and the meal was SO GOOD! You know how food tastes when you’ve been working hard out in the sun… they even had coconut cookies, which were mouth watering… I don’t even like coconut but they were gooey and tasted like oatmeal cookies so now, apparently, I do! Haha

While stopped for lunch we saw a huge trail of leaf cutter ants taking their leaves somewhere deep into the forest… what was also cool about the whole day, is Juan Carlos and Roman know a lot about the local flora and fauna, and would stop and show us different things… there was a plant that left a chalk imprint when slapped against your skin or shorts (looked like a fossil, was so cool!), a plant that closed its leaves when touched (we have them here in Texas, too, but haven’t seen them for years), and they picked other plants like cinnamon, lemon grass, vanilla, sarsaparilla, all spice, and other things like that for us to smell… we saw some really cool spiders, one of which spun golden thread that was as strong as human hair, if not stronger, and was truly gold (like from a fairytale!), so I was in heaven learning about all of this stuff!

We got back onto the river once everyone was done, and were excited because we knew there was a gorgeous waterfall waiting for us up there somewhere… did some more great rapids, got to know Juan Carlos and vice versa, and then we got to a series of Class 3 rapids called Boca Diablo (devil’s mouth)… we started through them, and went over this huge boulder with Kendyl slightly down river – we got stuck for a tenth of a second, and her momentum kept going, and as we got loose from it, she was bumped out! WHAT?! I was in shock – my sister was in the river in the middle of a Class 3 rapid that was raging… All I could think was she was going to hit a rock, and even with a helmet and life jacket, this is serious stuff… we had gone over what to do in this situation, and practiced, but you never think you’re going to go in, you know? I saw her struggling to come up for air, and after that happened 2-3 times I snapped out of shock and went into emergency mode and started yelling at her that we were coming for her, to put her feet downriver, and to hang on we’d be there in a second…

Juan Carlos yelled to Roman that we had her (as they were ahead of us and were getting ready to start paddling back with the rope) and Juan Carlos and I were paddling like maniacs – all I could thing was dig the crap out of the river so I could get to her… every cell in my body was focused on just getting to her...after what seemed like a century we reached her, and Juan Carlos (maybe weighing 160-170 lbs) yanked her in the boat like she was 20 lbs – adrenalin is a crazy and awesome thing… the whole thing maybe lasted 30 seconds (she fell in at the beginning of this rapid, and it wasn’t short) but seemed like an eternity… once she was in the boat I started inspecting her and mother-henning her… how was she, did she hurt anywhere, and then sat back and kind of waited for her reaction… she was like, whoa… relieved, but she didn’t cry, she just needed a second to breathe and process it… I was infinitely proud of her! When I get REALLY scared, I cry, and was so surprised when she didn’t… we took a few minutes, but she was fine, so we kept going as we had just a few minutes before and after a couple minutes we were all laughing at what had just happened – craziness!

She told me that she had had no idea what happened, or where we were, and the few seconds before I started yelling at her she had been so scared. She couldn’t remember what I was yelling at her, but she said the instant she heard my voice she knew she would be ok and that I would come and get her… I know it doesn’t sound like that big of a deal, but this was beyond touching to me and is evidence to our incredible bond and how much we rely on each other. Sisters til the end :-)

The other family saw the whole thing and were commenting on how calm she looked the whole time (she responded, “well I wasn’t, but ok,” haha) and although insanely scary for a few minutes there, all resumed and instead of putting a damper on the day, it became an even greater, crazier sister adventure… time would pass, and I’d just comment, “dude, I can’t believe you fell out of the boat!” because it was just one of those things that you never think will happen… haha

After going through some rapids (Kendyl, though fine, was more cautious) we got to the waterfall, so we parked the boat, hiked the short trail up to it, and spent about 30ish minutes playing in the waterfall… it was amazing – beautiful, powerful, and took our breaths away! We were giddy – splashing around, climbing up and down it (carefully), and playing in the water like we were all 5 years old. Juan Carlos and Roman were our photographers, and we got some great pics… then it was time to continue, so more rapids, more wildlife, rainforests, swimming and FUN!

After another 45 minutes or so, we got to this cliff that Juan Carlos steered us to, and he got up and started climbing up it… I was like, “where are you going?” He said he was going to jump, and I was like, “hello, what about us? I wanna go!” and so he smiled and told us to come on then… haha, so we paddled like crazy back over (paddling up river is hard), I got out, and he helped me climb the cliff/mountain face to get high enough for a good jump… we were maybe 25 feet above water, and he climbed on the ledge higher than me, and counted us off… I took a deep breath, and jumped.

I love jumps like this – they seem to last forever… you keep expecting the water and it doesn’t come, why haven’t you hit yet? Any second now… BOOM! LOL… it was awesome… Kendyl was screaming for us, cheering us on, and when I surfaced and we were swimming over, Kendyl informed me Juan Carlos had done a front flip – WHAT?! Insane… and brave! It took me a big enough pep talk to jump when he said go (it wasn’t this beautiful ledge that jutted out over the rocks, it was a cliff face that required a sizeable forward jump to avoid hitting anything on your way down), so I can’t imagine the pep talk required to attempt a flip! I was just sorry I didn’t get to see it for myself! Oh well… LOL!

At about 3:00 p.m. we reached the point where it was time to get out… so sad… the rain clouds were rolling in and it had started to rain some (which didn’t matter in the slightest, we were soaked the whole day anyway), and the intern was waiting with a cooler full of beer and sodas with the safari truck, so we hung out while the 3 boys got the rafts and equipment secured, then started our drive back down the mountain while enjoying some cold beverages and the sounds of rain falling in the rainforest… we were in heaven, what an unbelievably awesome day!

We met the van on the way, everyone transferred vehicles, and Juan Carlos and Roman took us back into town… on our way we stopped at an open air club, had some more cold beverages, some cold ceviche (YUM), enjoyed the rain, then kept on our journey… We got back to Costa Verde around 5:30 p.m. and Kendyl and I were sad to say goodbye to all of our new friends…

We headed to the pool to watch the sun go down and hang out and talk, then went back to our room to get ready for another delicious dinner at Anaconda…

The next day we walked down to the beach and enjoyed watching the early morning locals surfing in the waves while diving in to eggs, toast, and fruit – perfect!

Then we walked along the water, said our goodbyes, and got back up to the hotel to go catch our taxi to the Quepos airport to catch our flight on Sansa Air from Quepos to San Jose. I knew this would be like another “tour” because our plane would be tiny, and the views would be amazing, and when we got to the airport, I got really excited because I knew I was right, LOL! The airport was literally a small garage with a single desk to “check in,” a bathroom, and a few tables to wait… our plane was there waiting, as were our two pilots, and after a few minutes one of them motioned it was time to go, so we just followed him out there!

We crawled in (it was so small, we had to hunch over, and my hips wouldn’t even fit squarely in the aisle, it was hilarious!) and I grabbed the seats behind the pilot so we could see everything that was going on… the flight was all of 13 minutes (compared to our 3 hour journey in the mountains the previous Friday night) but was so amazing… the views were breathtaking, the colors out of this world, and by the time we touched down in San Jose we were already planning on when we could come back!

I love making memories that you know you will never, ever, forget… Sister Trip 2009!