My winters are usually like this: Somewhere around the end of Gauley Season, I buy my supply of wool socks from the Outfitter’s Store. I also purchase a new pair of lounge pants to get me through. They usually have a Yuletide theme. Go ahead and picture that for a sec.
I live like an onion in the winter. In layers. Long-sleeves, flannel, sweaters. Rafting in the winter, though? Not for me.
For you maybe. Not me. I don’t think the road conditions would have allowed us to get to the river in a bus anyway.
And lets say that we could get a raft to the water (you can). Why would we want to? The thought of that cold water hitting my feet like tiny needles is enough to send me to my therapist to up my dosage.
I was there when they got off of the river. They were proud to have been the first rafters of the season. They were outfitted in dry suits over wet suits topped layered with wool and fleece. Looked pretty comfy.
For most. Not me, though.
For me, it’s this: winter at ACE is about a nice warm cabin with the hot tub bubbling on the deck. I would be willing to venture out to go ATV riding or ride the Zip Line Canopy Tour. Now that the leaves have fallen, I’m curious to see how far into the gorge you can actually see.
But rafting in the winter? You can have it. I will take a dip in a warm, cozy hot tub any time.
What about you? Ever get out there and get your icicle on?