Norwegian Olympic Rafting Team

A short stop at a bbq shack in the middle of the smokey mountains triggered a chain of events culminating in us navigating a level 3 rapid unsupervised. The original plan had been to head as far west as possible when Simen’s stomach started to rumble and we settled down for cheeseburgers at a not strictly licensed food vendor. As we were settling into our meals we were approached by a native who was keen on sending us down the river the next day. Apparently we had stumbled upon a rafting mecca of sorts.

If we had felt a bit uneasy about being approached by our rather insistant new friend things didn’t get better when we check into our “Hitchcock” style motel after nearly getting mauled by a black bear en route (true story). Soon our fascination with the fireflies became more prevalent than our worry about axe murderers and we got a decent night’s sleep.

Despite our lack of guide and any form of instruction we handled the rapids like the true professionals the Road Trip ’09 crew are. The river will never see such awesomness again.

One Lonely Victim..

Semper Fi