Pushing the boat out…
The wagon we slept in overnight only had a white rain cover for a roof, which was perfect for keeping rain out, but also let in the light as soon as the sun came up. That was at around 05:30, which meant a pretty early start for us both, but that didn’t matter as we had a busy day ahead of us! Also, it’s hard to complain at a view like this in the morning:
Before we left home nearly a month ago our good friend George gave us a gift voucher for Banff Adventures, which could be used for anything from food and accommodation to sightseeing tours or extreme sports. I mean, can you imagine receiving a text message saying ‘oh thanks so much for the voucher, you paid for our hotel for the night’? That would have been a bit disappointing in my opinion, so we went for rafting, 22km down the Kicking Horse river in Golden BC. Now I’ve never done rafting before and neither had Abbie but it sounded brilliant and we wanted a good story to tell. We got a lot more than we bargained for though!
There are six different classes of rafting, of which we went for class four, described (on Wikipedia) as ‘whitewater, medium waves, maybe rocks, maybe a considerable drop, sharp maneuvers may be needed.’ Everything was nice and relaxing at first, we hit a few waves and the instructor taught us the ‘HOLD ON’ move just in case things didn’t go as planned, but assured us that it isn’t used very often. The excitement and adrenaline really kicked in as the rapids got tougher. Our team was great and everybody really enjoyed themselves! Then we reached ‘The Shotgun’…
As soon as we hit the rapids two members of our team went flying out of the raft and into the water. Everybody else went into help mode in a struggled attempt to drag them back on board. Me? I was one of two in the water.
Everything happened a bit fast and I don’t quite remember the bit between hitting the rapids and looking up at the boat, but it was then that I took a stray ore straight to the face, which knocked my two front teeth clean out. They’re fake teeth, but even still they’re semi-permanent and aren’t supposed to come loose. I knew what had happened straight away, so (while still in the water) spat them out into my hand before I was pulled back on to the raft. I then handed them to our instructor, who put then in his pocket and gave them back to me at the end of the trip.
At first people thought I was seriously hurt, and I think I gave the impression that the teeth can just be popped back in which isn’t the case, but in all honesty I’m quite alright about it.
I had the best day ever, thank you so much George. Seriously the whole experience was amazing, and without you we’d have never had the opportunity to try something so incredible. Also, I guess you can now claim that you knocked out my teeth (if you want to take responsibility)!
After that, with a massive gap in my smile, we drove to Banff and checked into our hotel. I sort of put the teeth in my mouth and held them in place with my tongue, but let Abbie do all of the talking as we checked in. Then she left me in the room and went to the drug store to pick up some denture glue for me. For now my teeth are glued into my mouth, and I’ll have to see a dentist on Monday when we are back in Kelowna.
We took a walk when I looked normal again but didn’t have time to do much else. Banff is beautiful though, here’s the view of the road were staying on:
I guess the tooth glue is gonna have to do for the next few days but I’ll stop banging on about it now. You’re not having a picture either because I look like I picked a fight with an elk!
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