The Call of the San Miguel

The San Miguel River had been whispering my name for quite some time. Nestled near the luxurious enclave of Telluride, this hidden gem promised a day of whitewater thrills and scenic beauty. As someone who has scaled the world’s highest peaks and plunged into the depths of the earth, I was eager to see if this river could deliver the adrenaline rush I craved.

Arriving at the launch point, I was greeted by Ellen, our guide for the day. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and she quickly got us suited up in wetsuits, boots, helmets, and life jackets. The air was electric with anticipation as we received our safety briefing. Ellen’s instructions were clear and concise, and I could tell she was a seasoned pro. With three inflatable rafts ready to conquer the river, we set off on our adventure.

The river’s initial embrace was gentle, a stark contrast to the roaring rapids I had faced in the past. But as we navigated the twists and turns of the red sandstone canyon, the thrill of the ride began to build. The scenery was breathtaking, with towering cliffs and lush pine forests creating a dramatic backdrop. It was a reminder of why I chase these experiences – the raw beauty of nature and the thrill of the unknown.

Rapids and Revelry

As we paddled through the class II and III rapids, the camaraderie among our group grew stronger. Ellen’s commands echoed over the water, “Two forward! One back!” and we responded in unison, our paddles slicing through the water with precision. The river demanded our attention, and we obliged, maneuvering around boulders and bends with skill and determination.

At one point, I found myself overboard, a victim of my own adventurous spirit. The water was refreshing, and the wetsuit’s padding protected me as I dragged along the riverbed. My fellow adventurers quickly pulled me back into the raft, laughter and adrenaline coursing through our veins. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of the wild.

The three rafts stayed close, engaging in friendly races and splashing contests. The guides ensured our safety, but they also encouraged us to embrace the playful spirit of the river. It was a day of joy and connection, a shared experience that bonded us as a team.

A Perfect Ending

After a thrilling 11-mile journey, we reached the sandy beach where our adventure would conclude. The guides expertly loaded the rafts as we took a moment to reflect on the day’s excitement. The bus ride back to our starting point was filled with laughter and stories, each of us reliving our favorite moments from the river.

Back in Telluride, we gathered for drinks and shared tales of our escapades. The San Miguel River had delivered on its promise, offering a day of scenic beauty and heart-pounding adventure. It was a reminder that even in semi-retirement, the call of the wild is impossible to resist.

For those seeking a taste of adventure, the San Miguel River is a must-visit. Whether you’re a seasoned thrill-seeker or a first-time rafter, this hidden gem offers an unforgettable experience. So grab a paddle, embrace the unknown, and let the river guide you on a journey of discovery.