I’ve talked about this on air a few times and many can relate. This is the time of the year when my rafting instincts would come out and I would find any supplies possible to fulfill my addiction of crossing the biggest slough in our pasture.
I would always hear from dad about using his best ropes, fence posts and oil barrels in the process of crossing the mighty Lovequist Lake. Despite the few setbacks It was a thrill like no other, the rush of adrenaline as I navigated the treacherous waters, battling the gopher mounds and trying to keep my makeshift vessel afloat.
There was something truly magical about those moments, completely immersed in the sheer joy of accomplishment of staying afloat and reaching the other side.
It was a simpler time, a time when all that mattered was the challenge of conquering that slough and the sense of accomplishment that came with it. As the seasons change and the weather starts to warm up, I can’t help but feel that familiar tug at my heart, the longing to once again indulge in my rafting adventures. But, life has a way of pulling us in different directions, responsibilities and obligations taking precedence over childhood dreams and memories.
Who knows when that urge might strike again…. so look out Wascana Lake….one of these days!
