A quick search around the Internet will tell you that this is one of the four most sought after whitewater destinations in the United States..... The "Upper Yough". We would come to learn that people from all over the world travel here to say they have successfully navigated the class 4 and 5 rapids it offers. We didn't so much navigate it as we did survive it, but I digress. The hardcore photos won't be ready to go for a few days. I'm hoping they can convey to you the absolute beauty and fury that this trip was for the six of us. Incidentally, if you happen to be on this stretch of water and come across a white Nike, size 11, it belongs to me. The river saw fit to take a souvenir....no, no, wait.... I mean a trophy for itself. I didn't give it up without a fight.
On the way home we stopped for dinner. I was just about too tired to care that I was hungry, I would have been content to head home without the 20 mile detour to get a quick meal in. Arriving at the restaurant, we were told there would be about a 15 minute wait for a table. GREAT, they always lie. I was sure it would be at least 40 minutes now. At this point, I launch into my well known "I hate everybody" speech. Yadda Yadda, Just as we place our order, an older man falls to the floor behind us. Shouts for help get the ears of Phil and myself and we were able to secure this person and maintain things until the seizure subsided. One bloody T-shirt and two small adrenaline rushes later, we were back at our table to eat. Now I know what you are thinking, nothing funny happens when a stranger has a seizure in a restaurant, but given the crew of guys I was traveling with you'd be wrong......
We asked the staff for gloves and a first aid kit. I guess they were somewhat confusesd by this request. I say this because I could here Jon Wile in the background saying....er... a... screaming " HOW CAN YOU RUN THIS PLACE WITHOUT A FIRST AID KIT, ARE YOU TELLING ME YOUR COOK HAS NEVER CUT HIS FINGER CHOPPING TOMATOES?" It's tough to argue with logic like that.
Ryan was taking the opportunity to discuss the political implications of the incident with the manager. Trying to explain to him how in the interests of free trade and the American way of life we should get our meals at no cost. I think he may have given a copy of the constitution to our waitress, I'm not sure.
Once things had settled down a bit, Tommy (who works in I.T. for a living) said how the computers at the restaurant just went down and he was going to spring into action. I'll never forget that line. Jon took a moment to pray with the girlfriend of the injured man before she got into the ambulance. How 'effin cool is that? He also pointed out that it was clearly no accident that we drove 20 miles out of our way and waited 40 minutes for the table adjacent to the bathroom in this place, just to be nearest the family that needed all of us on July 19th, 2008.