Although the following river account is my personal story, any form of rafting, kayaking, or swimming on the Youghiogheny River is well worth it.

Risk and reconnect. Let go and be carried.

written by - Cherie Redfern 

The Yough - River of my Son

Raft moving - jumbled impressions - the unsteady sway of rubber undulating underneath, nothing is firm, jerky balancing, the rush and swoosh, poised to lean in at the slightest jerk when I know I should be further out. I am lost as to technique, slightly uncomfortable, a pain in the left hip from my left foot jammed under the thwart for a hold and what's that, a blister forming on my hand?

Yeegads! Am I REALLY doing this? Whitewater! Get ready! Entrance, Cucumber, Camel and Walrus! What names they come up with for rapids! Oh, no! I think that was me screaming! Muscle the paddle through. "Reach, reach".

Whoooweeee! We did it, high fives all around!

Lower Yough 

It's the Yough - river of my son, my river guide. A kayaker, with whitewater in his blood. Today though, it's raft day with mom - a birthday request on my part.

Sixty four years old, recently a grandma, I am beginning role reversal with my adult children (though they would say it started much earlier, in their teen years when they knew everything and I knew nothing).

After my son and daughter-in-law unload their raft and leave to drop off the car at our take out spot, I wait by our gear and watch the large outfitters lecturing people. I can't actually hear them, but I can see attentive faces watching the guide move about and point to life vests, sound a whistle, and make wild gestures with a paddle overhead.

He goes on for a while.

I am beginning to feel a little nervous. Maybe I should be in one of those larger commercial rafts with a guide who does this every day. Isn't there more safety in a mass of novices? If I fall out, won't the rest, without hesitation, all jump in to fetch me?

But then, I would have missed this.

High fives, rushing water. I am in his hands now; his strength and river wisdom are my buoyancy. After three or four rapids, when I discover I am still in the raft, I gradually rest my apprehension as I see how he so easily, with a quiet confidence, chooses the lines to run and eddies to rest in. I ride along gradually becoming awed by his skill and knowledge in steering us through.

The Lower Yough, sparkling cool on a hot day, rippling in the flats, tumultuous in the rapids. It yanks this first time voyagers breath away, but also my self-absorption and any cares. I hold on to my paddle and gradually watch my thoughts drift away. My focus is on footholds, reaching over whitewater, listening to paddling commands, my heart beating, the exhilaration, concentrating on my strokes staying in sync - "now, forward....forward..." and oh, the sun against the water, the iridescent blue in still ripples and whites of tumbling energy.

It doesn't happen right away. But gradually, sensing how to go with it all, adjusting my center of gravity ever so slightly, I balance...my mind quiet, my body taking over, or is it the river itself?

I find the river brings a different connection as it forges forth and runs over its rocky course. It is an equalizer. We are no longer mother and son, mother and daughter-in-law. Roles and ages are left behind in eddies. We are one on this raft. This rollicking river could care less about who we are, what we own, but only whether we can work in unison - right NOW! Do we have each other's backs?

My son is showing me on this river run how to let go of what is coming next. To instead embrace the waterfall, barely visible on the right, here, NOW - and over there, the log worn white perched perfectly, tightly hugging the outline of a huge rock formation. To stop altogether and sit in a quiet spot, Jacuzzi-like, slowing down our breath and watching water cascade over the surrounding rocks in small surges like strands of bluegrass music.

He does not miss the Merganser duck. Even though he just found out his car engine needs work, his pile of projects at his office only grows, and deadlines loom on Monday. No. He does not miss NOW - the duck, camouflaged on the edge of the river...I don't even see it until it starts flying away and he points it out.

I miss seeing the duck, but I do not miss how he honors this wild beauty all around in the moment. I ride this raft humbled and grinning. He is my teacher of grand things and mighty lessons. He knows things now that I don't - how you can let the water do the work, which angle of entrance is best, and what last minute swing of the raft will put us in proper position to run between two closely spaced boulders. He knows the greater gifts of here and now.

 Mother and Son

My eyes are opened to his river passion. It took this run. You can know it from reading and hearing about it, you can see pictures of colorful kayaks at crazy looking angles against whitewater, but I suspect riding the river has lessons for everyone that only the experience itself can bring alive, into the heart and depth of the soul.

It is here at the Yough, nestled in the Laurel Highlands, where I count my blessings and revel in the truly important things which have nothing to do with cell phone texts. I hear his laughter resonating against the cliff walls covered in thick greenery as he jumps off a huge rock into the water. How blessed he is to have a good woman who will share this with him, who jumps in too, zips downstream and surfs the churning waters. Watching them with each other, playful, a team, pulling together, is my jewel of memory.

Now, I've been back home and in my routine for over a week with many other happenings since my trip. I'm at my computer - at work, e-mails galore, struggling to catch up and to knock something, heck anything off my list, juggling house guests and demands, the phone nonstop ringing.

I stop. I breathe. I put a hand on the edge of my desk and slowly feel the smooth curve of a paddle's handle, see the sliver of sun's rays sparkling on the water surface with whitewater in the distance.

Remember: feet first, head up.

It's the Yough! Here. Now.