July 13, 2004 |
This story is about coming of age -- or not -- on remote sand bars and in rural beer bars, so let's begin it with Allison Atkin, because she's tan, tipsy and toasting. Atkin can't remember whose idea it was to order the shots of Surfers on Acid, but it doesn't really matter anyway, and not even the combined roar of two bartenders hollering "bottle or draft?"
July 6, 2004 |
When some two dozen rafts barrel down the Salmon River on Wednesday, New York investment banker Herbert Allen will be in his ceremonial post at the head of the caravan. Guides accompanying the other 200 or so captains of industry and their families will be under strict orders not to pass the 64-year-old billionaire host and the handpicked favorites on his raft.
June 6, 2004 |
Richard BANGS does not follow orders. As a boy, he went camping with his father, who briefly left him by a river, telling him, "Don't go in the water." Bangs recounts the incident in his book "The Lost River: A Memoir of Life, Death, and Transformation on Wild Water." As the title suggests, he didn't obey his dad.
May 11, 2004 |
It was arrest No. 2 on the 3,250-mile, 114-day expedition, and the latest in a series of detours that threatened to abruptly sink it in its interminable tracks. "They'd been waiting for us for four days. They knew we were coming," recounts expedition leader Pasquale Scaturro. "They'd spread out across the river, and the moment we crossed the 20th parallel, they started up their motors, came right toward us, and one guy goes, 'Welcome to Egypt. Get out of your boat.'
April 13, 2004 |
A lot of people think the swim test is going to kill them. Not Anthony Lehman. The 18-year-old was supposed to die over a year ago. Now he's waist deep in the Kern River, and its arctic-cold snowmelt is flushing his face with life. At a signal from the shoreline, Lehman and the 22 other young job seekers fling themselves into the current, and churning whitewater sweeps them downstream. The frigid shock disables breathing for a beat. Sooner or later, most of the swimmers get panicky.
March 14, 2004 |
As Robb Moss approached 50, living a quiet life as a Harvard film professor with his wife and three daughters, his version of a midlife crisis involved more than the usual introspection. As he went through the nostalgic process of looking back over his misspent youth, he had a film to watch: his first short, an artistic 16-millimeter naturalistic documentary that captured him and his friends as they rafted, naked, down the Colorado River in summer 1978.
July 20, 2003 |
When the cool, deep shaft of the abandoned copper mine ended in a wall of rock, guide Mike Thurbert turned to the group and said, "Turn off your flashlights." We were about 100 yards into an Idaho hillside. The lights went off as instructed and, in a moment of solemnity, 19-year-old Thurbert quietly asked us to contemplate the phenomenon of utter darkness. For that instant, each of us was an island, alone in the black tunnel.
December 2, 2001 |
My shirt and shorts were stiff with sweat and dirt. My hair felt like strands of straw and was standing up at odd angles. I wore no makeup. My face felt as if it had been sandblasted, and bits of grit stuck to it. I was gross, grotty and grimy, and I loved every minute of getting to this state. Our family of four came from Los Angeles to explore the wild side of Vegas. No, not the casinos, but the wilderness that lies about 25 miles east of the flashing neon of the Strip.