The memory is seared in my brain.
Eight years ago I went on an adventure to Alaska to celebrate my friend’s milestone birthday. ”Pom” and I chose every activity we could, including the rental of ATVs, replete with head-to-toe rain gear. We proceeded to inform the rental guys that we were quite capable of individually handling our own machines. ”We are from Colorado.”
As the only two females to take on the task, we geared up, donning this crazy attire. We soon learned the reason. There were mud puddles 100 feet long, gullies we were allowed to blast through with water higher than I’ve ever ridden through. My friend and I got to the point where we would wait for the four wheeler vehicle in front to be out of sight, then we would blast through the water at high speed, spraying us, the ATV, and creating a general white wave condition in the trench. (obvious exaggeration) We couldn’t believe our fortune. We were drenched, happy to have the outer protection from the company.
Our joy was complete when we noted that, ”There is no way we would be allowed to do this with our own ATV. My husband would not enjoy the restoration to cleanliness.” Belated apologies to the rental company. I hope they are still in business.