Whitewater River Rafting

I’m rarely in danger, but on the Sunday of Labor Day Weekend this year, it was nice to have a strong thirty-something-year-old man wrap his arm around me to keep me safe. John and Rosi had traveled from Oklahoma to Taos, New Mexico, for a long weekend getaway. Xenia, my fifteen-year-old, and I were takingContinue reading “Whitewater River Rafting”