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Growing Young Rapidly
by Audrey Yanes
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My husband is 69 years old and I’m 65, but we’ve learned that age doesn’t have to be a barrier to outdoor adventure. We recently spent two days rafting on the Kings River east of Fresno, California. Our guide David put us in the front of the six-person rubber raft after we told him that this was our third river run . . .
. . . . . . As soon as we put back in the surging foam, we rolled over a large boulder and I bounced out of the raft like the cork from a champagne bottle. Our guide had been shouting, “Forward, forward, back, back,” when, without missing a beat, he changed to, “Get Audrey! Get Audrey!” . . . . . . . . . We paddled through ten miles of rapids with names like Wild Wolf Chute, Bonzai Hole, Bump City, Can Opener, Upper Big Mama, Coyote Joe’s, Widow Maker Rock, Raft Ripper and Fung Tooth. Each was a blood-rushing, heart-stopping thrill. . . .
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