Follow“Microburst [mahy-kruh-burst]: A sudden, violent downdraft of air over a small area (less than 6.24 sq mi) that lasts at least 25 minutes. Microbursts can cause winds with speeds as high as 167 mph. They are difficult to detect and predict with standard weather instruments.”
We returned to the River of No Return with truckloads of respect. You have to respect your gods, the River Gods.
We rigged our boats and set off. Each morning we toasted our gods with sacrificial beer and every evening we feasted over fires, danced, played music, sang, and hoola-hooped our way across the Salmon’s beaches. We loved our Gods. On the fifth night, we donned red dresses in ceremonial honor of their benevolence.
Yet despite it all, on the sixth day, the burst came. I’m not one to point fingers, but someone seriously disrespected a God. We had no idea what we were about to endure. In fact, we all pretty much stood there complacently watching a massive weather system come soaring up the canyon, snapping full grown ponderosas as it came. Reality dawned on us in the form of blinding sand-whipped winds. It trashed tents, battered bodies, released rains, and dispensed confusion as people took cover behind whatever they could find.
When it finally passed, we blinked, spat, and rubbed sand from our eyes. The camp was in shambles and trees were down all around us. Our beers were full of sand, so we uncorked the well-sealed Whiskey.
“…some of you looked better in red
dresses than others.” -Dorian Parker
The next morning, in quiet awe, we floated our final miles in deep respect. Relenting, the sun came out, spirits returned, rapids rock and rolled and we remembered how much we love our gods.
It was a simple reminder: Always Tip Your Gods.
November 3rd, 2008 by girl of the sun
and while no one was looking, she donned her red dress and danced to the gods
begging forgiveness for the two dissidents
but alas she failed
and the wrath commenced
oh, how they suffered….