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The cabin next to mine was full of girls from northern California who were whitewater guides. I was in awe of them. They were beautiful, athletic, and had a way of living life that was different from anything I had seen in Georgia.

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After supper, everyone who wasn’t on the night shift would head back to our cabins on the Snake River to listen to music, play volleyball, smoke pot, get naked in the hot springs, shoot pool at the employee tavern, or knock out whistle pigs with our fly rods.

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My first real adventure was spending college summers working in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. This was in the late 90s when Jackson was a bit sleepier and content with Aspen being the playground of the rich. There were a few celebrities, but it was limited to a run-in with Harrison Ford in the backcountry.