The Good Old Days

And Now We Are Married With Children

I fell in love with my husband on the Canyon Lands stretch of the Colorado River. I remember driving up with a girlfriend to find our flotilla of friends who had already begun the rafting trip that we were joining starting in Moab, UT. We saw the rafts come around the river bend with our friends in costumes and we started to hoot and holler to get their attention. My husband, who was my boyfriend/lover at the time, looked up and saw me. He dropped the oars in the water, threw off his hat, and leapt into the river. He scrambled up the shore through the brambles with no shoes or shirt on.

When he reached me, soaking wet, scratched and bleeding a little, he scooped me up and kissed me with a passion that literally made me weak in the knees. I thought, “Who is this crazy man?” I fell wildly in love with him in the coming weeks, rafting through the desert and sleeping under the stars. We’d been lovers for about 3 months leading up to this trip and I thought it was just a summer f…